Page 43 of Molly

He shakes his head and looks up. “I wish you could see yourself the way I do.” He kisses my stomach again, maintaining eye contact. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

“I looked different before Emma. Better,” I murmur.

His lips turn down. “Molly, you see this line right here?” he asks, using his finger to trace along one of my stretch marks. I nod. “Your body is a fucking work of art. Every line, every curve, makes my mouth water. You hold Emma’s first sketch on your skin.” He runs his thumb along another mark, studying it. “When I look at you, baby, I see a masterpiece.”

I feel tears well in the corners of my eyes.Thisman. I put my hands on either side of his face, pulling him to me. He places his hands next to my head and holds his upper body off mine. I can feel his dick bobbing between us, and my pussy clenches with anticipation. He leans down and places a soft, passionate kiss on my lips.“Do I need a condom, Mol?”

I suck in a breath, shit. I didn’t even think about that.

Real responsible, Molly.

“Uh, I’m on the pill. I started taking it after having Emma. I’m, uh, I’m clean. They test you for everything when you’re pregnant…”

His eyes search mine. “I’m clean too. I’d never put you at risk. I’m happy to put one on. This is your call, Molly. I’ve never fucked without one…”

I nod. “If… if you’re sure, I trust you.”

His lips tilt up slightly. “Nothing between us?”

I lean forward so our lips are almost touching. “Nothing between us.”

His mouth covers mine, and he wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing.

“You ready?” he whispers into my mouth.

I nod, and he shifts slightly, removing his hand from my neck and placing it gently on my thigh. He drags it up my leg to my knee and hooks my leg around his lower back. I feel the tip of him at my entrance and suck in a breath, holding it. He leans down and licks my bottom lip before taking it in his mouth and biting at the exact same time as he pushes into me.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he moans, dropping his face to my neck, not moving, arms shaking. “Mol, you're so fucking tight, baby, oh my God.”

I’m frozen, unsure of what to do next. I feel so fucking full. The stretch burns slightly, and I’m too scared to move. His hand moves back to my hip, and his thumb caresses the skin soothingly.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, holding perfectly still.

I hum and move my hands up and down his back, feeling his muscles bunch as I touch them. I lift my hips a little, testing. It aches, but in the best way. Within a few seconds, the pain subsides, and my body relaxes into the feeling of having him inside of me. He moves his head from my neck and seals his lips over mine. He pulls out slightly and then pushes back in. I hiss, my back arching.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.

I shake my head. “No, it feels good, so good. Keep going, Ry.” My voice comes out sounding more like a moan.

He nods, a smug look crossing his face. He runs his hand down my side, making goosebumps rise along my skin. He wraps his arm around me, putting his hand on my lower back and tilting it slightly. When he pushes back in, pleasure washes over me like a wave.

“Oh, god, Ryan.”

“There, huh?”

He does it again, and I groan, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.

He chuckles and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking first and then biting it lightly. He picks up his pace, my body bouncing slightly every time he thrusts back in. He releases my nipple with a pop and places his hands next to my body, lifting himself off me while he pounds into me. He looks down between us, a look of awe on his face as he watches himself disappear inside of me.

“Such a good girl, Molly. Look at you taking all of this dick in your tiny little cunt.”

When I moan again, he picks up his speed and puts one of his hands between us, using his thumb to rub my clit in little circles. I feel my stomach tighten. I’m right there, right on the edge.

“God, you feel so fucking good. Need you to come for me, baby,” he says, jaw locked and straining.

He changes his angle slightly, and pleasure surges through my body. “Oh, fuck Ry, do that again,” I beg.

He chuckles and picks up his speed. “There you go. That's the spot, isn't it? Come on, Molly. Come for me.”

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