Page 63 of Where's Molly

There's no control over a natural disaster. Only allowing it to wreak havoc and bracing yourself for the outcome. The storm building inside me is catastrophic. It'll be devastating, and I'll be in ruins.

“Fuck, I'm going to come,” I gasp, my eyes beginning to roll. I feel entirely out of control as I pummel toward that edge. My surroundings blur, and the only thing I can see through my fuzzy vision is his devilish grin. It looks like he's laughing at me, as if he's amused by how easily he can make me come. It's almost degrading, yet it sets me on fire anyway.

His hips pause suddenly, and immediately my orgasm wanes, a downward roll on a steep hill.

A frustrated groan is the only response I'm capable of.

“Didn't I already tell you to keep your eyes on me? I'm in the business of making you disappear, not in repeating myself,” he states, his tone almost threatening. My glazed stare flies to his.

“I'm sorry, please keep fucking me,” I rush out, rolling my hips to reignite the pleasure.

“Don't make me ask again, Molly,” he murmurs before pinching my jaw harder, ensuring my attention stays locked on him.

I'm nodding, prepared to do anything he asks of me if it means he makes me feel good again.

“That's a good girl,” he purrs darkly, finally resuming. Except this time, he angles his hips differently, hitting a spot deep inside of me that's never been reached before.

It's almost impossible to keep my eyes straight, but the expression on his beautiful face is as striking as it is heart-dropping. His mouth is parted as sexy moans pour from his tongue, and his thick brows are slashed above his eyes in an expression of ecstasy.

It takes no time to reach that pinnacle again and then go free diving off it.

His name rips past my lips in a scream that leaves my throat raw. Though, I'm unsure if I'd notice anything outside of the orgasm that crashes through me. It sends my back arching off the bed as if possessed by a soul-eating demon that's determined to leave everything in its path decimated.

The power of it is breathtaking, and whatever control I had over my body ceases to exist. My teeth rattle from how hard I seize, and my death grip on Cage's arms can't even keep me grounded.

There is nomercy in the way he continues to pound into me while spitting his own curses.

“I think you can do better than that,” he bites out through clenched teeth.

I shake my head, delirious from the continuous onslaught of his thrusts yet understanding that he has no intention of stopping.

“I can't… I can't take any more,” I pant breathlessly. “Please, it's too much!”

“Is it?” His tone is mocking, followed by a coo that suggests ‘you poor baby.’

My head kicks back, so entirely overwhelmed with the sensations that my brain is unable to compute how to handle it. I shift between trembling violently, slapping Cage’s arms, to clawing at his flesh with little reserve.

“Let’s see how tight that pussy can hold on to me,” he growls. “Show me how a dirty little slut milks my cock.”

“Fuck you,” I choke out, starbursts beginning to explode behind my pinched eyes.

“You are, baby, and fuck, you’re doing such a good job,” he whimpers in my ear before drawing my lobe in his mouth and sucking.

A sharp outcry is the only sound I’m capable of uttering. A third orgasm takes hold of me, sending my soul into space where I float above and watch myself come wholly undone, my inner walls contracting around his cock.

“Fuuuuck, baby, that’s it. Just like that, fuck yes, just like that. You’re such a good girl,” Cage chants against me.

His back muscles flex, and his thrusts become choppy, losing himself in time and space along with me.

“Molly,” he rasps out, followed by a moan that is long and unrestrained. Distinctly, I feel him erupt, though I have the misfortune of the condom preventing me from feeling it inside me.

He stills, panting against my lips now, his breath syncing with mine. We’re both shaking, and he relaxes on top of me, though he’s careful to keep his weight from crushing me.

We're both silent for several minutes, spending the time searching for our breaths.

“I’ve been called a slut a lot,” I admit after a few more moments, my voice cracking. He lifts his bowed head to gaze down at me carefully, waiting for me to collect my thoughts. “But I liked it when you said it. Just… only during sex, though, okay?”

He brushes a few strands away from my face gently.

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