Page 29 of Molly

“Shut your mouth. You’ve got two seconds to take it off before I rip it in fucking half,” I snap, irrational anger surging through me. I’m furious that she sees herself as anything less than perfect. Sexy. Mine.

Her eyes go wide at my tone, her lips part in shock, and her breathing picks up. She’s turned on by me telling her what to do.Excellent. She uses her shaky hands to pull up her singlet but pauses when she gets to her stomach. I raise an eyebrow, daring her to stop. She nods, more to herself than me, and then quickly removes it, leaving her sitting on my couch in her little shorts and a white sports bra.Beautiful. She looks down, trying to avoid my eyes.

“Good girl,” I whisper, causing a tiny smirk to pull at her lips. I rest my forehead against hers and say, “You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, baby. Every single inch of you is perfect. I could stare at you all goddamn day and never get tired. Do you hear me?” She tilts her head back, looking more determined, more confident. Not enough, though, so I grab her hand and place it in my lap, making her feel me. “You feel that? You do this to me every single time I see you. Clothes or no clothes, I want you all the fucking time. Do you understand?”

She nods.

“Tell me you understand, Molly.”

She searches my eyes, and her smirk grows. “I understand.”

I nod, pleased with her response, and slowly slide down the couch until I’m on my knees in front of her. I run my hands up her thighs, squeezing them gently before moving to the waistband of her shorts. I hook my thumbs underneath them and look up at her.

Fuck me, those eyes.

“Lift up, baby,” I instruct.

She raises her hips, lifting her ass off the couch. I slowly peel the skin-tight bike shorts down her legs, along with her panties, and throw them to the side. “Take your bra off, Molly.”

She sits forward and slips it off without hesitation, tossing it to the other side of the couch. My chest swells with pride, and my mouth waters. She’s so damn sexy. I can’t for the life of me see what she was self-conscious about. Her tits are fucking perfect, big and round, and her nipples are rosy pink, hard and pointing right at me. The sharp dip in her waist extenuates her hourglass figure, and her stomach is slightly rounded and soft, but in such a fucking feminine way that it makes my dick twitch.

I lean in, forcing her legs to spread around my waist. “You nervous, baby?” I whisper, a breath away from her lips.

She shakes her head quickly as a beautiful blush spreads across her cheeks. I kiss the corner of her mouth and then slowly make my way down to her chest. I pull back slightly and take a moment to admire how fucking stunning her body is before licking her left nipple quickly and then blowing on it. It pebbles immediately, and she lets out a soft moan. I take the right in my mouth and suck, using my hand to caress her inner thigh while I feast, switching back and forth between both nipples.

She smells so fucking good, and her skin tastes even better. Like vanilla and sex.

I slowly move my hand from her thigh to her pussy and run my fingers along her folds. She sucks in a breath, and her hips rock forward on the couch. I release her nipple with a pop and move to the other side, continuing to tease her pussy. As I bite down, she groans and throws her head back, rocking her hips faster, seeking me out. I chuckle and move my mouth to her sternum, placing a kiss right in between her tits. I lick and suck my way up her neck, leaving the skin red and glistening.

I pause just below her ear, blowing on the spot I just traced along with my tongue, and whisper, “Tell me what you need, Molly.”

“More.”

“More what, baby? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I-I need, need you to touch me,” she whispers.

“Where?” I bite her neck this time, and she groans.

I move my hand so that it’s resting on her inner thigh again. I brush my fingertips up and down, getting as close as possible to her pussy without actually touching it. “Say it baby, own it. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Rub my clit, please rub my clit,” she whines.

I let out a hum of approval and run my fingers through her pussy folds. I wet them with her arousal before circling where she wants me, not quite touching her clit but putting enough pressure around the area to make her want more. She’s moving her hips, trying to get the friction she needs, so I move and press one finger against her hard little nub. She gasps when I finally make contact, and after playing with her for a minute, I move to her entrance, pushing the tip of my finger in. Her pussy clamps down around me, and I feel my dick jerk.

Holy shit, I may die when I finally get inside her...

“More, please, I need more.”

I move my finger in circular motions, stretching her out until I can feel her getting wetter and then work the rest of it into her. I can feel my cock leaking as I pull my fingers out gently, and she whines, jerking her hips up to try and get them back.

“Easy baby, you need more, I’ll give you more, won’t leave my girl wanting,” I chuckle into her ear, and pull her earlobe in between my teeth, biting it gently as I work two fingers back inside of her.

“Oh god,” she groans.

I curl them and massage her g-spot, making her cry out. Wetness coats my fingers after a few strokes, and it makes my mouth water.

“Need to taste you, Molly,” I say, kissing my way back down her body, pausing at her stomach to lick over the shiny white lines she was so afraid of me seeing. I think they’re beautiful. “I never want you to hesitate when I ask you to take your clothes off again, Molly. You are so fucking sexy it makes me ache. These marks you’re so worried about? You should be proud of them. Do you understand me?” I whisper into her soft belly, rubbing my facial hair across it, making the skin sensitive.

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