Page 62 of Where's Molly

Relief washes over me. So much so that I don't hesitate to whisper, “Yes.”

I’m enthralled by the way he expertly slides the condom over his thick length, and I'm short of breath when he prowls up my body, hovering over me. My stomach tightens when he leans down andbrushes the faintest of kisses over my lips, eliciting crackling static between them.

“I’ll feed my cock into your pussy nice and slow, okay, baby? I’ll make sure you’re so fucking full, then just when you think you can’t take any more—” His lip pulls up into a savage snarl. “—I’ll go deeper.”

That’s not just a promise, but a threat.

“What if I can’t take it?” I question, my tone husky with desire.

He trails his lips over my jawline and to the shell of my ear. Just before he places a soft kiss below my lobe, he murmurs darkly, “You’ve survived much worse.”

His tone is unapologetic, indicating that he’s confident in my ability to survivehim. My stomach clenches around the anxious butterflies within.

Once more, he’s lifting the underside of my thighs, hooking them over his arms as he positions the tip at my entrance. He applies just enough pressure to part my lips, but not enough to breach past my opening.

I’ve never been on a roller coaster, except this is precisely what I imagine it feels like when it crests over the hill right before the big drop. The anticipation is nearly as terrifying as it is thrilling.

“Cage,” I breathe shakily, needing him to do something—anything—but leave me in suspense.

“Take me,” he commands roughly. I shake my head, at a loss for what he needs me to do. Only then my pussy contracts and it feels like my body is suctioning him in.

“Fuuuuck, that’s it,” he rasps, the both of us watching the tip of his cock disappear. “So goddamn tight,fuck,Molly.”

“I— What—”

“It’s a natural reaction, baby. Most men just aren’t patient enough to wait for a woman’s pussy to invite him in,” he explains tightly.

I didn’t know that was possible, but he’s pushing his hips deeper, and I no longer care. I’m too focused on learning how to breathe again, yet it seems like a futile effort. Just as he promised, he feeds his cock into me until I’m on the verge of bursting.

“Ohhh, ngg, th-that’s so good,” I mewl, my eyes threatening to cross from the pleasure overtaking me.

“Look how fucking greedy your cunt is, baby. You see how badly it wants my cock? It’s practically begging for me to fuck it.” He spits the words through gritted teeth, his body coiled with tension, veins pulsating throughout his arms and hands. “Is that what you want, Molly? For your little pussy to be fucked?”

I nod jerkily, attempting to utter a simpleyes, but only managing to let out a sharp, slurred sound. I’m drugged on euphoria, yet I need more. I’m a fiend for it, and it’s something only Cage can give me.

He drives completely inside me, and my eyes cross, while the most erotic whimper sounds from his throat.

“Oh— Fuck, Cage,” I cry, the words as deprived of oxygen as my lungs.

His lips feather over my ear, and a deep foreboding gathers in my bones a moment before he gives his warning.

“Brace yourself, little ghost. I don’t fuck kindly.”

My heart rockets up into my throat, and I hurry to wrap my hands around his biceps, but he leaves me no time to prepare.

He retreats to the tip, and then he’s driving into me, setting a hard, steady pace that steals my breath, my vision, my goddamn sanity.

Delicious moans spill past his lips, his pleasure as loud and unhinged as mine. It only drives the butterflies in my stomach wild, as if they have no direction to migrate, leaving them to wander.

“Fuck, Molly, your pussy is gripping me so tight,” he groans. “You’re clinging to me like a desperate little slut.”

One arm unhooks from my leg before he slides his palm up my throat to cup the underside of my jaw. He grips tight, forcing my unfocused gaze to his. The emotion in his stare is just as intense as the way he pumps into me. It borders on obsession and has the organs in my body plummeting to the pit of my stomach.

“Eyes on me while I claim you,” he growls. “I need you to see me like I see you.”

“I see you,” I whimper, though my focus is unstable.

I'm already nearing another orgasm, and I don't know that either of us will be able to contain my reaction when it hits.

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