Page 86 of Molly

I grip the back of the couch and brace myself. His hold on my hips tightens, and then he thrusts up into me, and I see fucking stars. He keeps going until my entire body is trembling. I can feel every breath he takes against my skin. I can feel the calluses on his fingers scratching my hips, his stubble tickling across my chest, making my nipples ache with need. “Oh, God,” I moan, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“That’s it, goddam, your pussy is fucking strangling me, baby. Come. Fucking come, and then your gorgeous ass is mine,” he grits out through his teeth, jaw straining. My hips are going to be bruised tomorrow from his hold, but the pain from the last squeeze sends me over the edge.

My pussy clenches down hard as I come, and his head flies back. “Fuck, Mol. I can't. Fuck, I'll come,” he says, his voice strained, before pulling me off his cock and throwing me down on the couch. He buries his head between my thighs and sucks my clit straight into his mouth, extending my orgasm and making my vision go white.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck,” I scream into the couch cushions, trying not to wake Emma.

He keeps going until I use my hand to push his mouth away. I stroke his hair and murmur, “So good, honey.”

He chuckles and peeks up at me before turning his head, placing a kiss on my inner thigh and saying, “Oh, it's about to get a whole lot better. Get on your hands and knees.”

I grin and lazily turn over as he stands up, pulling out the bottle of lube I’d stashed in between the couch cushions earlier.

“Mmmmm. Eager for it, aren't you, baby? You been thinking about it all day, getting yourself all worked up?” he whispers, bending over me, his head next to mine.

I nod. “Mhmm.”

He places a kiss between my shoulder blades and positions me how he wants me. My hands are holding onto the back of the couch, and my back is arched. I hear him pop open the bottle of lube, and I gasp as the cold liquid hits me. He uses his thumb to rub it in, swirling it all around my tight hole. He puts just enough pressure to pop his thumb through, making me moan. We’ve been playing with toys, getting me ready for this for a few weeks.I’m so fucking ready.

He pulls his thumb out after twisting it around a few times. I can hear the wet sound from the lube coating his cock while he strokes it. I feel the head of him press against my ass, and I move forward without thinking.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you asked for it, baby. No hiding from me now.”

I nod, letting out a shaky breath. “I’m ready.”

He chuckles. “I want you to take a deep breath, and when I move forward again, I want you to breathe out, long and slow, okay?”

I nod again, and he grips my hip with one hand, squeezing it. I drop my chin to my chest and breathe in.

“Good girl,” he says as he puts his dick back in place and starts moving. It burns as the head pushes through, and I wince, my breath stuttering as it comes out. “You’re okay, baby. You’re doing so well. Keep breathing for me.”

He moves in further, and it fucking burns. It didn’t feel like this with the butt plugs, and I’m rapidly losing the confidence I had before. I can feel my arms shaking and tears forming in my eyes. “Shhh, baby. You’re doing so good. God, you feel amazing. I’m almost in, just a bit more, Mol. Take a breath for me.”

I do as he says, and then I feel him push forward again. His thighs hit mine. “Fuck, baby. I’m in. That’s all of me. How does it feel?”

“Mmm,” I hum, pushing back on him a little, wiggling my hips. It still burns, but the feeling's not horrible.

“I’m going to move now, okay?”

I nod. He pulls out and then pushes forward, and I gasp.Oh, that feels good.He leans forward a bit and snakes his hand around my body to get to my pussy, using his fingers to rub my clit in circles. He pulls out and slowly thrusts back in, rubbing my clit at the same time. “Ohhh, Ry. Fuck, that feels good.”

“Yeah, it does. God, baby, watching my dick slide in and out of your ass is the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” he moans.

His pace picks up, and the pressure on my clit increases. I start trembling, and my whole body lights up at his touch. “Close Ry. I’m so close.” I breathe between thrusts.

“I know, I can fucking feel you, Mol. Jesus,” he pants.

He fucks me harder, and the sound of our skin connecting echoes around the room. My moans are coming out as more of a continuous whine now, and when he pinches my clit between his fingers, I come so hard my vision goes white.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Molly!” he shouts, his thrusts becoming erratic and punishing. He slams into me three more times before he leans down, bites my shoulder and groans into my skin, his dick jerking inside me, filling me up.

He kisses my shoulder blades, running his hands along my sides.

“I love you so much. You did so well, baby. Such a good girl for me,” he coos.

Just as I’m about to speak, I hear, “Mumma!”

We both jump and look towards the hallway. Just like that, the moments broken. I let out a dramatic groan and try to push myself up off the couch, Ryan still laying over me, still inside me.

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