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“Mumma, come play with us!” Emma yells from Ryan’s arms. His head turns towards us, and the look on his face when he sees his dad's hand resting on my shoulder is priceless. Only Ryan Anderson would get jealous of his own father.

That was the moment I knew I’d love him for the rest of my life.

48

MOLLY

“That’s the last box. Jesus, I didn’t realise I had so much crap,” Ryan says as he plops down on the couch next to me.

After Emma’s birthday, we decided it was time for him to move in. It took two weeks of packing and negotiating with his landlord, but here we are. All together. Finally.

“Em asleep?” He asks, a sly grin forming on his face.

“Mhmm,” I hum as my eyes catch his dick hardening underneath his dark green sweats.

He slides down the couch a little, spreading his legs. “Come here, Mol.”

I stand up, and his eyes roam over my bare legs. After I got out of the shower earlier, I put on Ryan’s favourite black cotton nightie. I assume he likes it because the thing barely covers my ass. Even though it’s cold as fuck outside, the heater's doing its job, and the house is toasty warm.

As I go to straddle his lap, he puts his hands out and grabs my hips. “I want to try something.” I raise an eyebrow, and his smile widens. “I’m going to lie back a little, and I want you to climb on top of me, hold on to the back on the couch, and sit on my face.”

I clear my throat nervously. Surely I didn’t hear him right…

“Sit on your, uh, on your face?” I stutter out. He nods, licking his bottom lip. “How would that even… how would I… No. Let’s just…”

“Uh, uh. You’ll do it because I fucking told you to, Molly. Get up here and sit. On. My. Face.” I stay still, unsure how I’d even do that. He lets go of one hip and snakes his hand around behind me, and smacks me on the ass. Hard. “Up.”

I jump and lean forward as he shuffles down further. I grab onto the back of the couch, and he uses his hands to guide my hips up over his bare chest. His head is resting on the couch cushion, my knees are bent and on either side of his face. I’m hovering, unsure what to do next. This position makes me feel soexposed.Vulnerable.

“Sit,” Ryan barks, smacking my ass again.

I lower myself down. My nightie covers his face, and I feel his breath hit my pussy.

“Ohhhh, God,” I moan as he licks me from back to front in one exquisite movement.

He hums, licking again. He uses his tongue to circle my clit, and then he sucks it into his mouth, making me groan. “See, you like it, don’t you, baby?” he coos.

“Yes, yes, God, yes,” I chant, moving my hips back-and-forth every time he moves his tongue.

He smacks my ass again, softer this time. “Ride my face, Mol. Yes, like that. Good girl.”

My movements become erratic, and I can feel my orgasm coming. It’s right there, so close. “Going to come, going to come.”

He stops and chuckles as I keep moving my hips. He uses his hands to stop me and slides me down his body.

“Take me out,” he instructs as I reach his lap.My fucking pleasure.

I lean back and grab the waistband of his pants. He lifts slightly, so I can move them down over his ass. His cock springs free and hits his stomach. I can see the pre-cum glistening on the tip.

I lift myself up on my knees and take him in my hand, putting him where I need him before slowly sliding all the way down. We both moan once I’m fully seated, and his hands flex on my hips. My pussy is so stretched it burns, but I love it. Crave it.

He pulls the straps of my nightie over my shoulders and then rolls it down to my waist. He buries his head between my tits, cupping them and pressing them against his cheeks. He jerks his hips up, making me gasp as his dick hits the back of my pussy. “Ride me, Mol.”

“Mmm.” I put my hands on his shoulders and start bouncing up and down, his groans muffled by my chest. He thrusts up as I come down, and it hits the perfect spot every time. He pulls back and takes my right nipple in his mouth, sucking it just enough to make me clench around him. I'm close again. My clit is hitting his pubic bone every time I press down, and my g-spot is getting a fucking workout. He groans around my nipple, tugging it lightly with his teeth.

“Need it harder, want you to fuck my ass, Ry.” I gasp as he thrusts up again.

He grabs my hips and shuffles down so that his feet are flat and his knees are fully bent. He looks at me with a smirk and whispers, “Hold on, baby.”

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