Page 86 of It's Always Been You
I tunnel my hands through Molly’s hair, guiding her head as she bobs up and down, licking the underside on each upstroke and swallowing when she takes me down.
“You feel so good, Rory baby. Just like that. Don’t stop. Please.” My voice is strained and a little unhinged as electricity sparks under my skin, pleasure unfurling through my limbs.
Molly hums in response, gripping the base of my cock and working her mouth and hand in tandem until I’m moaning her name, my breaths coming in rapid pants.
Tightening one hand in her hair, I stroke a finger down her throat and over her collarbone, pinching her nipple and rolling it between two fingers. Molly lets out a throaty moan that goes straight to my balls, making them draw up tight to my body.
Tingles race up my spine, and I’m skirting the edge so fast I growl, my hips rising and falling as she takes me deeper, sucks harder.
“Fuck, Rory. You are so perfect. I’ve dreamed of you on your knees for me. Gagging on my cock while I shoot down your throat.”
Molly slides her free hand between my legs, cupping my balls and rolling them in her hand, squeezing lightly. She pulls off me and chuckles at my strangled moan, locking eyes with me.
“Then do it, Gabe. Come down my throat. I want it all.”
“Motherfucker,” I grit out, thrusting my hips up when she takes me back into her mouth and straight into her throat, swallowing around me. My balls ache as she rolls them in her hand, and the feel of her throat constricting around my cock has heat rising to intolerable levels, pleasure racing up my spine.
“Gonna come,” I mutter. “Swallow me down, baby.”
Molly moans around my dick, and when she rubs a finger over the spot behind my balls, I explode. I come on a growl, my fingers tightening in her hair as she takes everything I give her. It feels like I come forever, and Molly sticks with me the whole time, sucking me completely dry.
When I’m finally spent, I collapse back against the pillow, breathing hard, heart thundering in my ears.
“Shit,” I gasp out. “You really know how to suck a dick, Rory baby.”
Molly grins at me. “There isn’t one damn thing I’m not good at, Gabe. You should know that by now.”
Crawling back onto the couch, she straddles me. With her eyes on mine, she swipes cum away from the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then sucks her thumb between her lips. I groan at the visual, my cock making a valiant effort to come back to life even though Molly killed it dead with her mouth.
She chuckles, curling into my lap and laying her head on my shoulder. I stroke my hand up and down her back, my heart rate returning to normal.
“Just give me a second, and I’ll return the favor. I can’t wait to get my mouth back on you.”
“Later,” she says, settling deeper into my lap. “This was just for you. You’ve made it all about me so many times, and don’t get me wrong, I love when it’s about me, obviously. But you’re my favorite, and I love you the most, so sometimes it gets to be all about you, too.”
My chest tightens with emotion. I love her so fucking much. I will never stop being grateful for her. For this. All of it.
“I love you the most too,” I say, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head, my arms banding around her. “I made dinner.”
I feel her smile against my chest. “I thought I smelled something amazing.”
“Spaghetti and meatballs. I sent you pizza this morning, so I figured we might as well go all in on Italian.”
“Thanks again for that, by the way. Pizza and french fries for breakfast was a real mood booster.”
“Well, I know you don’t like to eat breakfast for breakfast, and I gotta take care of my girl.” I prop my legs up on the coffee table and sink us deeper into the couch, loving the feel of heragainst me. Holding her on the couch while the golden hour sun streams through the windows. It feels like home, and I think Molly feels the same because she lets out a happy sigh, trailing her fingers up and down my arm.
Then I know she does because she says, “Can we eat at the table tonight instead of in front of a movie? Maybe talk a little? This whole evening screams domestic. I like it. We can do the movie later with candy popcorn.”
“Rory baby, that sounds perfect.”
“So, what’s going on with your garage?” Molly asks, twirling pasta around her fork.
“What do you mean?” I play dumb, hoping she’ll let it go but knowing it won’t work. Something is going on with the big, detached garage on the back of my property, but that is embargoed information for her right now.
“Uh, the brand-new windows that suddenly appeared, and the way they’re all blacked out. Do you have some kind of illegal operation going on in there?”
I laugh, taking a long sip of my beer, cursing myself a little for not coming up with a cover story ahead of time. “When I bought the house a couple of months ago, the inspection uncovered rotten wood window frames. I knew I would have to replace them eventually. My assistant made all the arrangements, and they showed up today.”
