Page 63 of Molly

RYAN

I try my best not to speed the rest of the way home.

Molly is singing along softly to the music on the radio while Emma sleeps in her car seat. My heart feels so full it’s ridiculous.

When we pull up to Molly's place, I put the car in park and get out to grab Emma. I creep through the house and put her down carefully on her bed, pulling up the covers to keep her warm. She doesn't stir,thank God. I close her door and walk into the bedroom.

Molly is standing in the middle of the room, typing out a message on her phone. She doesn't lift her head as I come in, so I walk up to her slowly and take it out of her hand, placing it screen down on the dresser. I turn to her and take her in. She’s already taken her shoes off, and she’s wearing a light green midi dress with little straps that tie up on her shoulders. Her hair is down and wavy, little strands frame her face. I move my eyes back up to see her watching me, a smirk tilting her mouth up.

“You know I respect you right, Mol?” I ask, voice low and rough.

“Mhmm.”

“Good, remember that,” I say, putting my hands out to grab the bottom of her dress, pulling it up over her head. She lifts her arms so I can take it off in one swift move and toss it on the floor, leaving her standing in front of me in a sheer white bra and matching panties. “Now, get on the fucking bed.”

She looks me up and down, and her smirk gets bigger before making her way over to the bed, sitting on the edge. She looks up at me as I stalk towards her, unzipping my black jeans as I do. When I get to her, I stop and push them down to the floor with my briefs. I pull my blue t-shirt over my head and throw it to the side. My dick is rock hard, pointing straight at her, and her eyes lock onto it immediately, burning with desire.

“Tell me you love me,” I rasp. I want to hear it again, need to hear it again.

She keeps her focus on my cock, wets her bottom lip with her tongue and then whispers,“I love you.”

I reach forward, wrap my hand around her neck and squeeze, using it to tilt her head back, making her look at me. I lean down so that my lips just about touch hers and whisper,“On all fours. Now.”

She flips immediately, doing as I asked. I gently place one hand high on her back and push down. Her chest lowers onto the bed, and her ass stays up nice and high. I drop to the floor, on my knees, and put my face right in front of her pussy. I can see how wet she is already. My girl loves being told what to do. I trace my finger around her entrance and then slowly push it inside of her.

“Mmmmmm,” she moans.

I add another and then pull them both out, moving my fingers to the front of her pussy, coating her clit with her arousal. I plunge them back into her and use my other hand to continue rubbing her hard little nub. She starts grinding back against my hand, trying to fuck herself with my fingers.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Don’t be greedy, baby,” I say, pulling them out and standing up. I smack her left ass cheek, watching it jiggle.Oh, the things I want to do to that ass...“You want my cock, Mol? Is that what your pussy is begging for, pushing back on me like that?”

“Yesssss,” she whispers, hips still moving back and forth slightly.

I line myself up at her entrance and push just the tip inside her. I pause and grip her hips with my hands, hard, until my fingertips whiten. I leave her hanging for a second before I thrust forward at the same time as I use her hips to pull her back. I do it again, over and over, until all I can hear is the sound of her ass hitting my thighs, my balls slapping against her pussy, and her soft moans echoing around the room. The sound is like music to my fucking ears.

I look down at where we're joined and groan.“Good girl, take that dick.”

“Feels. So. Good.”She gets out between thrusts.

I keep going at a punishing pace, panting, moaning every time I hit the back of her pussy. I angle up, trying to find that spot, and then she groans long and deep into the quilt cover.Foundit.

“Right there, baby?”

“God, yessss,”she whines.

I slam back into her, aiming for her g-spot. I stick my thumb in my mouth, wetting it before placing it on her asshole. I hear her breath hitch.“Shhh, shhh, shhh, relax, Mol. I've got you, baby,”I coo as I rub my thumb in circles. She takes a second to relax again, but when she does, she pushes back, wanting more.“You’re so sexy Mol, watching your tiny pussy swallow my cock makes me so fucking hard.”

She hums into the bed, delirious. I can feel her cunt fluttering around me, and I know she's close. I pick up my speed and slam into her so hard her ass is bouncing back and forth every time.“Close, so close, Ry,”she groans.

I put one leg up on the bed next to her, using it as leverage to get deeper. I snake one hand around her hip and use it to rub her clit while I pump in and out. She tightens so much it’s almost painful, but at the same time,fuck. This is the best thing I've ever felt.

“There you go, baby, come for me. Soak my fucking cock.”I pinch her clit and sink my thumb into her puckered little hole. She screams into the bed, and her legs start to tremble. Her pussy sucks me back in every time I try to pull out. The sensation is overwhelming, and her orgasm sets mine off. I lean down, covering her back with my chest, and bite down on her shoulder as I fill her, my cock jerking inside of her.

I roll us to the side, my chest still plastered to her back. I kiss her neck, and she turns her head slightly to look at me, still panting. “I love you, honey,”she whispers, with a smile on her lips.

“Love you more than I knew I could, Mol,”I say before leaning forward and covering her mouth with mine, swallowing her content moan.

Once we've caught our breath and I've pulled out, she sighs happily, stands on shaky legs and heads to the bathroom. I stretch, hop up, and grab a tissue from the bedside table to clean myself off. Once I’ve thrown the tissue in the small bin next to the dresser, I lean down to pick up the clothes littering the bedroom floor and realise my phone is vibrating from inside my jeans. I pull it out and check the caller ID.JESS.Fuck sakes. My eyes dart to the bathroom door and back down before I hit ignore, place my phone on the bedside table and throw myself on the bed in frustration. Just as I get comfortable, the bathroom light turns off, and Molly walks back into the room, a goofy grin on her face. She climbs into bed and cuddles up to my side, tracing the tattoos on my chest.

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