Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
It’s heaven. I died in that fighting earlier and here I am, floating among the clouds. Molly’s an angel and she’s sucking my cock. I don’t know how they let a devil in this place, but I’m not complaining.
“You better come up here before I come down that pretty throat,” I moan, breathing hard.
She looks up at me, eyes sparkling with pleasure. “Yeah? You’re that close?”
“You drive me fucking crazy.”
“Here I was thinking a big, bad man like you could hold it back.”
“Not when I have the best mouth in the fucking world wrapped around my cock. And especially not when you’re moaning like that.”
She looks very pleased with herself as I lean forward and kiss her. I drag her into my lap and she gasps when I shove her panties aside, revealing her lovely, naked pussy, glistening and wet. I roll my tip against her, but she takes over and arches her back as her hips thrust forward, swallowing me whole.
“Fuck,” I moan as she slides down. I thought her mouth was good, but this is so much better. Her tight pussy is warm and drenched, and I slip right inside. I cup her breasts and fist her hair, pulling her forward as she starts to ride.
Hell, there’s pain. My bruised ribs are on fire. But I couldn’t care less. All I can think about is Molly riding my thick cock, her moans and shivers, the way her hips work, the way she slams herself down as her breath comes faster.
“You want to come for me baby?” I whisper in her ear and bite her neck gently. “I want to feel you tighten around my cock.”
“Oh my god. You’re sure? You’re okay?”
“I’m more than okay. Let yourself go. Come on, go faster.”
Her hips work. I growl into her hair before leaning back and thrusting up deeper. She gasps, arching, head thrown back, hands on my chest. Now her hips grind in circles, her clit rubbing against my pelvis, and I can tell she’s totally lost in bliss.
I grip her ass and help her along. “You look so fucking sexy riding my cock like that, you filthy fucking girl,” I growl at her. “I want to see you come, baby. I want to feel it.”
“I’m so fucking close.”
“I want every tight inch of you clamped down around me, baby. Come on, moan for me, you dirty fucking girl.”
“Oh, fuck, Saul.” She gasps, twitching as the orgasm takes her. I thrust then, filling her up as she comes, and it’s the sweetest, most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. Her cheeks flush, her back arches, her mouth forms a perfect little ring. It’s the image that’s been haunting me since that first night together, and it rips into me like a hurricane.
I come deep inside of her, unable to hold back. I explode, growling like a beast, and she grinds down to milk every drop out of me. It’s intense, world-shattering, and she collapses into my arms when we’re finished.
“I need to get my ass beat up more often,” I whisper as I kiss her neck.
She’s smiling, her eyes fluttering. “Best part of being pregnant? No need for condoms. Can’t get knocked up twice.”
“That’s the best part?”
“Definitely isn’t the puking, the sore tits, and the aching feet.”
“Good point. I’ll have to fuck you more often.”
She purrs slightly and shakes her head. “Nuh-uh, not happening. This was a one-time night. A temporary weakness.”
“You were temporarily worried about me.”
“If you die, there goes my gravy train.”
“That’s all I am to you? A good dick and lots of money?”
“Don’t pretend like you’re insulted.”
I laugh and nuzzle her neck. “No, you’re right. I fucking love it.”
She sighs and sprawls onto her back. I can’t keep my hands to myself as I pull her against me. They roam over her breasts, over her stomach, down to the heat between her legs. Which makes her promptly close her knees.
“Easy, boy,” she says, wiggling her hips. “We’re done for the night. That’s closed for business.”
“I suspect I know how to make you open up again.”
“Doubtful.” But she’s giving me a smile that suggests she wants me to try.
Chapter 16
Molly
My knees hit the cold tile floor in front of the toilet and I puke half a second later.
It’s a little past six in the morning and I barely made it on time. Saul’s still asleep in the bedroom behind me and I try to get sick as quietly and as dignified as possible, but that’s not realistic. Puking’s never pretty, and I’m slick with sweat by the time the nausea passes and I lean my head against the wall.
I’m tired. I don’t feel like getting up. There’s a pleasant ache between my legs where Saul was buried last night. Buried more than once, to my great displeasure.
I didn’t plan on having sex with him. I was really worried, but there was no part of me that thought banging would solve anything. But the moment I saw the bruises and realized how much pain he was in, I needed to do something.