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I jerk myself from root to tip and stroke her entrance with my crown, admiring the view, getting hot as fuck seeing how every time I slide over her seams, my dick gets soaked. “Your ass is fucking dreamy, woman.” I bend over to take a bite out of her peach and to give her one long, wet lick before I ravage her. When I stand back up, I can’t help but give her ass a slap.

She starts. “Fuck…” She rubs her cheek where I slapped her. “Branded for real this time.”

I watch my cock disappear inside her, slowly, letting her body adjust to my length.

“Mmmm…” she moans. “I’m still sore from yesterday.”

I drag my cock in and out, carefully. “We can stop…”

Stopping isn’t her agenda. “Show me how hard you can fuck me.”

Her words fuel my glutes, powering them with more thrust. “I’m not sure you mean that…” but I’m already shoving myself inside with more force, her request goes straight to my cock, bypassing my head altogether.

“I mean it.” She bends over deeper, allowing me better access. “Damn you feel good riding me bareback.”

Fuck.I never thought I’d meet a girl that could out dirty talk a man.

I bend her over farther so I can reach around and circle my finger over her clit. She releases tiny moans into the kitchen, encouraging my pace.

I draw my cock in and out of her entrance; faster, with more speed. More intensity. She grips the counter, bracing herself to take it. “More.”

Her ass cheeks bounce every time my hips smack into her. Molly provokes me with more and more mewling, humming with delight, desire… her little sex sounds charge me. I burrow down into her relentlessly, pounding into her back side, my balls swinging.

Shooting stars sizzle across my vision. I’m holding my breath. Clenching every fucking muscle in my body and careening into her with zero restraint. Not an ounce of willpower. I’m like a man possessed.

That’s the problem here. I can’t seem to stop myself when I’m with Molly. I can’t stop thinking about her wants and needs. And much as riding her immaculate ass raw is enough to send me to fucking paradise, never wanting to come back, even in this undone moment, my mind wanders to the other parts of her I adore—her heart. Her grit. Her empathy for everyone and everything around her.

Her tits sway every time my hips thrust forward. She turns her head, and her eyebrows pinch together. Her lips are parted, sensual and swollen. The look of her pleasure courses hot through my veins.

She grabs one of her ass cheeks, prying herself open wider for me. Her thighs tremble, and she calls my name when her pussy walls ripple around my cock.

“Dash…” Her voice is steamy. “More…”

I’m spurred on by her commands, the invitation of her nails digging into her skin to break herself open for me. I pump harder, and she gasps and lets go of her ass to hold on to the counter with two hands. Her hot release spills between us. I slam between her clenching folds, wild, hurtling...

Every nerve in my body spirals. My balls tighten and when I explode inside her, hot cum filling the space, lewd noises fill the kitchen. Something between a growl and a grunt suppresses behind every taut muscle in my body. My abs are tight, and my body pulses with pleasure, jerking like it’s my last breath on Earth.

I bend over her, panting, her back rises and falls under my chest. I dot slow kisses on the small of her back, enjoying her salty sheen of perspiration on my lips. When we both calm, I help her up to standing and twist her around to press my lips into hers. It’s a kiss far more gentle than what we just experienced. A kiss something like gratitude. Because I am thankful. Thankful for what, I don’t know but whatever it is fate designed, fighting it isn’t working so I take what I’m given.

Molly tugs me into her hard and buries herself in my neck. “I thought you said we shouldn’t do that again,” she whispers. “I guess I have the power of persuasion.”

“Sunshine, you haveallthe power over me.” I lace my fingers through her hair, grab it, and bring her head in firmly to my chest. I wonder if she can hear what my heart is saying. I can’t, but it’s desperate to talk.

I lift her, hold on under her ass cheeks, and she wraps her legs around my middle. I carry us over to the bathroom.

“Better clean you up.”

She holds on to me tightly all the way to the bathroom where, her still plastered against my body, I reach in for the handle and blast the shower.

I take my time with her in there. It’s been over a month since I very first smelled that strawberry-mint shampoo in this apartment and couldn’t get the scent out of my mind. I run suds through her long brown strands and use the same lather to smooth every inch of her curves. I press her against the wall; I can’t help myself. I kiss her sweet lips and push her arms overhead, and we’re back at it all over again.

When we finish, that’s when I’m not sure, but maybe something changes. I watch Molly wrap that yellow towel of hers around her boobs and tuck it into her cleavage. Somewhere in the midst of the satisfied, contented smile she gives me, a spark of something new alights inside me.

If I didn’t know better, that spark is something like happiness.

ChapterTwenty-Six

MOLLY

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