Page 131 of On Cloud Nine

“Red if I want you to stop,” she whispers.

“You’re safe and in control here, remember?”

“Yes, I’m in control.” Molly thrusts her hips against my crotch.

“Good girl. Now, are you eager for this cock already?” I let out a gruff chuckle, descending onto my knees behind her, and instead of waiting for a reply, I trace the tip of my tongue over her already wet pussy. “Open wider; let me show you how lucky I am to give you everything.”

“And what if I don’t?” she coaxes.

“Then I’ll make you.” I run my finger along her cunt.

“Mhm.” Her legs spread open wider, pushing her ass closer to my face. Her knees tremble when I push inside of her. “Matthew,” she cries, and I just let myself get hypnotized by the sight of her soaked pussy taking one of my fingers, slowly and tortuously.

“I adore this,” I say, planting my lips across the line where her ass meets her upper thigh, then sinking my teeth into her skin. “Hearing your whimpers, your moans, and knowing that I’m the only one who can do this to you.”

“You are.”

“I bet you look beautiful, eyes wide, as you wait for me to take this pussy for myself.” I pull out slowly and connect my mouth with her clit. “Tell me how good you look.”

My cock throbs, begging me to end this little game she’s created while simultaneously wanting to stretch it out for as long as possible.

“Uh—” She hesitates.No, that won’t do.I open my palm and land a smack on the pale flesh of her ass. Gentle but firm.

Molly growls, her body colliding with the countertop.

“Be good and describe how lovely you look, darling,” I repeat, sending my breath against the swell of her clit.

“I—I…now?” I cut her off with another smack, harder this time, my handprint clear against the reddening skin of her ass.

Molly yips, but her legs don’t shut together. She keeps herself perched steadily against the sink, pussy still sopping wet.

“Try again.”

“I look beautiful,” she mewls, and I catch her eyeing her own reflection, her cheeks reddening.

“Good girl.” I gently palm the skin of her ass and push two of my fingers into her wet pussy. “Tell me how much you deserve this cock,” I groan against her cunt, lapping at the slickness that’s starting to drip against her thighs.

“I—” Another spank, the other cheek this time. Molly heeds the warning. “I deserve your big cock,” she says, her voice growing more confident than before.

It’s bliss watching her fight the embarrassed part of herself that wants to resist. I want to shatter that part. Make her feel safe.

“Red yet?”

“Not a chance,” she groans.

“Stubborn girl. I bet I know why.”

“Why?”

“It’s because you know who makes you come, don’t you?” Her gasps rattle in her throat, and my erection scrapes against my suit pants. “Who worships this pussy?”

“You do.” Her stomach grinds against the countertop.

A smile stretches across my face. I work my fingers with languid strokes. Molly looks over at me—another smack.

“Eyes on yourself, gorgeous,” I command. Her ass is a bright red. My favorite color. “I bet you’re desperate for a release, aren’t you? Fuck, I love the sight of your body marked by me, love watching your legs tremble with every pump of my fingers.”

Molly’s lips split into a silly grin. “I love it.”

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