Page 51 of Molly

“I'm yours.”

“Tsk, tsk, you don't sound so sure of that, baby. Maybe I need to show you.”

He snakes his arm around, and I moan as his fingers make contact with my pussy. He hums out his approval when he slips them through my wetness, spreading it over my clit and lightly circling it. He adds a little more pressure after a couple of seconds, and I groan long and low. He grinds against my bare ass, and I can feel his cock through his pants.

“This is going to be hard and fast.” He grits out, releasing my hair and moving his hand from my pussy, making me whine.

I perk back up when I hear his zipper and then the sound of his pants dropping to the floor. Before I can blink, he’s got my hair wrapped around his fist again, and he slides straight into me. From this position, it goes in so deep that it’s a little uncomfortable. I try to jerk forward to escape it, but he tugs on my hair, making my back arch, and pulls out before slamming back in. This time it feels fucking amazing.

“Jesus, your greedy little pussy is sucking me back in, baby.”

I moan, having lost the ability to form words. All I hear is Ryan panting, the smacking of his thighs hitting mine, and my whimpers as he owns my body.

“Tell me you’re mine!” He demands. He grips my hip and pulls my hair again, tighter, harder. I can feel him losing control. His whole body is trembling. I can feel my pussy clenching and quivering. I'm right there, but it's not happening. My body wants it, but it needs a push. Needs something.

“I'm yours, I'm yours, I need to come, please. Need to come, need to come,” I plead.

“Then. Fucking. Come.”

I shake my head, unsure how to verbalise what I need. He groans, his pace picks up, and he lets my hair fall free. One hand snakes around and starts rubbing my clit. I hear a pop come from his mouth, and then I feel the thumb from his other hand press against my asshole. I tense, but he increases his speed on my clit, and my body starts violently trembling.

“Come!” As he shouts, his thumb slips past the ring of muscle and into my ass. It burns, but in the best fucking way, and I completely fall apart. I scream so loud, I’m sure the neighbours from six houses down can hear me.

“Yessss, Jesus, that feels incredible,” he groans, removing his thumb and leaning down, plastering his chest against my back. He wraps his free hand around my throat while he pounds into me at a relentless pace.

“Mine. Mine. Mine,” he chants into my ear. I feel him shudder a moment later, his cock jerking inside me, his body weight coming down on top of me. “Fuuuuuck.”

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RYAN

She looks over her shoulder at me. I’m still inside her, my cock still half hard. I lean down, place a kiss between her shoulder blades, and then pull out. I stand up straight, stepping out of my jeans and leaving them on the kitchen floor.

Molly stands on shaky legs and turns, placing her hands on my chest, gliding them up and down. “I’m going to take a shower, honey,” she whispers, leaning in to kiss the rose I have tattooed across my heart.

She rubs her nose against it and then turns and starts walking towards the bedroom, swaying her sexy fucking hips from side to side as she goes.

I’m just about to follow her when I hear my phone buzz on the floor, half hanging out of the pocket of my jeans. I lean down, pick it up, and roll my eyes when I see who it is.

JESS: I can’t believe you left me here, alone. I had to catch an Uber by myself. Great friend you are, Ryan. Hope her pussy’s worth it.

I don’t even bother replying. Obviously, nothing I said to her sunk in. Tonight did it for me, though. Jess has got to go. I didn’t even realise I called her babe until Beckett pointed it out. Fuck, it gutted me to see the anger in his eyes after I said it. Beck and I have never fought. Never. And now, not only do I need to make this shit up to my girl, I’ve got to convince my best friend, my business partner, that I’m not a total asshole.

I turn my phone to silent and walk into the bedroom, throwing it on my bedside table as I make my way into the bathroom to join my girl.

The room is steamy and warm, and the sight of her naked body behind the shower screen brings my dick back to life. I step in behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her against my chest.

I lean down and press the side of my face against hers. “We’re okay, right? You’re happy? I make you happy?”

She turns a little and looks at me. When she sees my face, she spins, pressing her tits against my chest. Her arms come up around my neck, and she looks into my eyes, a slight crease forming in between her eyebrows. “What’s up, Ry? You’ve had this weird look on your face since I got here. Something happen tonight?”

I shake my head. “Just answer the question, baby. Please.”

Her eyes search mine and then move down to my lips. She leans in and kisses me softly, sweetly. She pulls back and brings her hands up to my face, cupping my jaw, rubbing her thumbs back and forth. “I’m so happy it scares the absolute shit out of me.”

I let out a relieved breath and press my lips to hers. I tangle my fingers in her hair and force my tongue into her mouth, my cock getting harder by the second. She moans when I push her up against the tiles, eyes going wide. I grip her ass and use it as leverage to lift her. Her legs wrap around me on instinct, and I position myself at her entrance, gliding my cock straight into her.

Fuck, nothing feels better than Molly.

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