Page 45 of Grump Daddy's Baby

A small whimper sounds between us but, here, everything feels safer.

I can hide behind the blackness of the room and take what I’ve wanted ever since seeing her again.

I won’t be judged for doing what I shouldn’t, because no one will see this.

Not even me.

My little secret, my savior, is underneath my own roof and I couldn’t be more pissed off and taunted by the fact.

Molly is a woman who sparks every nerve of interest in my body because she could be doing the simplest shit and all I want to do is step behind her and show her exactly what she does to me.

Stepping further into the bedroom, Molly allows me to guide her before I lightly close the door behind us.

I turn her, sandwiching her frame against the wall and allowing my fingers to freely roam her body.

The warm flesh underneath my fingertips creates a path to her shorts as I delve underneath the waistband to her heat.

Flicking her wet clit, I mindlessly groan at what I find.

She’s already soaked for me before I’ve even touched her.

I’m praying to fuck it’s because it’s me.

That she remembers the shit we did that night, because it’s a constant replay in my head.

Her cunt is like heaven and I’m the devil who wants to dabble just because I know it’s wrong and I shouldn’t be able to.

Impatient, I pull on the material so that it falls down her ass and gives me free access. It’s not lost on me that Molly permits me her vulnerability and that I should cherish it.

I just don’t know if I can.

Not when I’m already crossing a line. When I know there’s a line there because, before, we didn’t have any attachments. There was never a reason for us to see each other again.

But for whatever reason, my brain had a hard time letting her walk out of my house without a job.

And I’m only making this worse.

With my free hand I’m already working myself out of my jeans because, if the power comes back on, this moment ends. I’m not sure if I’d be brave enough to continue because it’ll shed light on everything I’ve been trying to avoid.

And this may be the pussy route, but if I see those green eyes I’m going to be reminded that we can’t do this. That she lives and works for me. The consequences if this goes south are just going to rip my girls apart the closer they get to her.

“Are you fucking me because you want to?” Molly asks against my lips. “Or because you’re horny?”

“Both.”

Her hand suddenly finds my hard length just as soon as it springs free from the confines of my boxers as she slides her skin against mine. “You wanted to remember how tight I was?”

Shit.

Molly was fucking everything that night.

The only thing that would’ve made our time together that much more perfect was if she hadn’t fallen asleep so we could’ve gone for round two.

But I’m not going to lie, it made me leaving that much less awkward and gave me the opportunity to make a clean break.

“I just want to split you apart again, baby,” I say honestly. “You seem as though you could use some good dick.”

She doesn’t answer me, just continues stroking me over and over again.

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