Page 187 of My Best Friend's Dad

I punched him in the shoulder and rolled my eyes. Rob rubbed his shoulder and glared, but after a minute he joined in laughing.

“See ya later,” I said. After taking a quick shower in the dorm of the firehouse, I slicked my hair back and got in my Mustang. My cock was already hard and I laughed. It’s like a goddamned weathervane, pointing me to Molly, I thought, snickering at my own sick sense of humor. I?

?m gonna give her a night she won’t ever forget.

For a moment, I wondered if I should bring some wine or whatever – Mom always said it was never nice to show up empty-handed. Then I remembered my raging boner and smirked. Molly was going to get a present, all right. Nine inches of Alex.

That was much better than some shitty gas station wine, anyway.

When I pulled up in front of my sister’s apartment, I checked my breath and climbed out of the car.

I knocked on the door and waited eagerly for the sound of Molly’s heavy footsteps. A few seconds later, the door swung open. When Molly saw me, her cheeks turned pink and she gasped, covering her mouth with a pudgy hand.

“Oh my gosh,” Molly said. “What are you doing here?” Her eyes darted nervously behind me. “Is something wrong with Rebecca?”

“Oh, she’s not home?”

“No.” Molly frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I flashed her my most charming smile. As usual, it didn’t disappoint. Molly’s frown melted into a beautiful smile.

“Um, okay,” Molly said nervously.

“May I come in?”

Molly flushed again. “Oh my gosh, yeah! I’m so sorry,” she said. I watched as she swallowed and a hot bolt of lust raced through my body at the thought of Molly swallowing my cum.

I raised an eyebrow as Molly stepped back to let me inside. “Not used to many visitors?”

Molly shook her head. “Not really,” she said. “And I usually stay in my room when I’m home, anyway.”

“Good,” I said. I grinned. “That was exactly what I was hoping for.”

Molly stood there awkwardly. She was breathing hard and her skin was damp and flushed. I wanted to grab her and pull her into my arms, to bite the pale skin of her neck until she cried out with pleasure and pain.

“Um…want a beer, or something?” Molly put her hands together and nervously twined her fingers. “Or juice? Or water? Or um, a snack? I was going to make something,” she said.

Licking my lips, I stepped closer and smirked. “Well, as a matter of fact, I would like a snack,” I said softly.

“Oh, okay! Um, we have frozen pizza…and frozen pizza rolls…and frozen chicken tende—“

Before Molly could continue her nervous ramblings, I took her wrists and pulled her close. She clamped her lips together and looked up at me, her big eyes wide with surprise.

“I meant what I said when I was here before,” I said quietly, gazing down at the quivering woman before me. “I want to fuck you, Molly.”

Molly swallowed and stammered, her lips moving as a stream of nonsense came bubbling out of her mouth.

“Shush,” I said, holding my finger to my lips. “Do you want me to fuck you, Molly?”

Molly blinked and nodded, swallowing again. She ran a pink tongue over her lips and the sight made me feel weak in the knees with desire. Lowering my face to hers, I kissed her deeply. Molly moaned in my mouth. Just as last time, she melted against my body, her giant tits pressing into my muscular chest.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, shoving my pelvis against hers. Pulling away, I nudged her head to the side and nibbled on the hot lobe of her ear.

“That’s my cock, Molly,” I whispered. “And it wants you.”

Molly trembled and quivered and shook. I felt her hot mouth on my neck and I suppressed a groan, clutching her even more tightly.

Molly stepped back, her hand still in mine. She made sensual eyes at me, then backed down the hallway. I followed behind, eagerly anticipating the moment when my cock could slide right inside her glistening, wet pussy.

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