Chapter 4
PAVEL
I have never been a masochist before, but I understand the driving urge of it now.
When I stepped toward Molly, the useless thing in my chest ached. A warning, I think. Then I took another step, and that ache grew, squeezing against my lungs. Made it harder to breathe, while it sent a surge to my cock.
And then I closed the distance. I knew it was wrong. I did it anyway.
I could have stopped. Could have made another choice, one that did not end with me carrying Molly to my office couch. A choice that sent her packing instead of the one that left her panting.
I should have done the smart thing, but perhaps I am not a smart man. Or maybe intelligence has nothing to do with it. The truth is, this exchange is more about pain than anything else, because the longer I am in her presence, the bigger my ache grows. And even still, I cannot send her away.
Not now.
Instead, I pull her onto my lap, and that stretchy dress of hers slides up her thick thighs as she straddles me. “There you are.”
Her quick breaths heave her large breasts against my chest. Glowing strawberry blonde waves cascade over her shoulders, and with the low light in my office, it almost gives her a halo.
My fallen angel.
I skim my hands up her thighs, the outside of them first. Her teeth pinch her bottom lip when I touch her, bone white against the wet pink. When I saw her orgasm from my fingers alone, I watched embers burn in her warm brown eyes, and I want nothing more than to see her catch fire now.
But an overriding sense of duty brings me back to myself. Not the noble part of me—that’s little more than a faint memory these days. The other part of me. The one that determines my next course of action before I can really think about it.
The one who knows I am helpless to resist this woman, and I’m done trying.
I twist my fingers into the hem of her dress and slowly raise it while I stare into her eyes. She looks lost, anxious. Excited. Definitely excited. A spellbinding combination if ever there was one. “Molly.”
She startles at hearing her name. “Yes?”
“You can tell me to stop. But you won’t.”
Her throat works a swallow down. “I won’t?”
“No, you won’t.” I’ve rolled her dress up over her panties. Pink lace. “Take off the dress.”
Without hesitation, she flings it off, tossing the garment across the room. The bra does not match. Beige, to blend with her skin tone. There’s a clip in the front.
If I unclip that and her tits spring free, I will not be able to stop.
I’m not sure I could, regardless.
I reach for it, and when her body spills loose, that unmistakable floral scent of hers washes over me. There is nothing in the world but these tits. This warm, fleshy body. All mine for tonight.
She shrugs off the bra, shifting on my lap, making me ache harder for her.
I can’t breathe. I don’t care.
Her panties are beautiful and fragile. Makes it easy to rip them from her. She gasps at me for that, but no recrimination, no rebuke. If anything, the hunger in her eyes grows.
And she’s naked. I need to see her.
I rasp, “Stand for me, pet.”
She scoots from me to stand in those high heels, every inch of her a human hourglass. The hair below is darker red than what’s on her head, and it makes my mouth water.
“I have imagined this moment many times, as you might have guessed.” I stand next to her, at first. Then I begin to circle the girl. “The moment you discover what you do to me.” I press myself against her full backside and whisper to her ear, “The moment I discover what you’ll let me do to you.”
She shudders against me, still standing silently.
I nuzzle the tip of my nose along the shell of her ear and let my voice settle into gravel. “I have wanted you naked for years, pet. Now, hold on to the back of the couch.”
She does so, and the pose makes her arch her back, lifting that perfect ass of hers.
“Spread your legs for me.”
When she does, her wet pussy catches the light.
The distance between our bodies is too much to bear. I trail a fingertip from her neck, down her spine, until I reach those magic spots. Her ass first, which makes her gasp. But it’s only a graze. That can wait. I have another target in mind.
When I reach her pussy, the low moan that follows is art. Massaging her there, I stir my fingers through her hair before gliding up the soaked middle. Taking my time makes her squirm for more, as if she wasn’t begging me for a break only minutes ago.
I pull my hand from her and give her a smack. Her breath halts as she adjusts to the sensation, the prickly heat of an easy spank. Her head whips around to look at me.
But she doesn’t change the position.
My handprint is rather fetching on her big ass. Pink, like her warmest places. I’d love to see her with something darker, but not now. Not yet. She’s not ready for that yet.
“Too much, pet?”
“Just…” She slowly turns back to face the wall. “Wasn’t expecting it.”
“What were you expecting of me?”
She giggles a little. “I have no idea.”
That makes me sigh. I unbuckle my belt and lower my trousers. “That’s not true, pet.” I lay my cock on her ass with a slight smack. “You said you’d always tell me the truth. But you lied to me.”
“What are you—”
“You said you have no idea what you expected of me.” I reach around her hip for her clit and make her ass wriggle against my cock. “But I’m not the only one who has been thinking about this night for the past few years, am I?”
She’s quiet for a moment, as quiet as she can be when I’m touching her, anyway. “You’re not the only one. Sir.”
An involuntary growl rumbles from me. “Tell me what you expected, or I’ll fuck the answer out of you.”
“Then… I’m not telling you shit.”
I’m glad she can’t see the stupid grin on my face as I abandon her clit for my cock.
I place one hand on her hip, and with the other, I rub the head against her wetness until I can’t stand holding back any longer.
She must feel the same—she keeps rocking against me, as if I’d just fall into her at her own demand.
The moment she stops, I thrust in hard.
“Oh, fuck!” she squeaks out, as her hands grip the couch for balance. Her knees buckle forward, falling onto the couch seat. Perfect.
Our bodies stay together as I arch into her, relishing that soft wetness.
How long has it been since I touched anything this soft?
Like hot, soaked silk, gripping me with every thrust. My balls throb for the next thrust, and I’m unleashed, mad with need.
Our bodies smack together over and over, and her body tenses.
She’s close.
That will not do.
I rip off my shirt and pull out. She whimpers for more.
But I grab her and toss her onto her back on the couch, before I climb on top of her again, my pants and boxers a distant memory.
Her legs split for me, then wrap around my waist as she pulls me down for a kiss.
This time, I lay my cock onto her clit and slowly pump back and forth on her there.
She begs against my mouth, murmuring words of promise. “I’ll do anything, please!”
“You want my cock, pet?”
“Yes!” she hisses.
“Then you will come for me. Just like this.”
She whines without words, rocks her hips. Poor girl is going out of her mind right now, can’t hold still.
Which is the idea.
I pinch her nipples as I kiss her, this time savoring that desperation in her moans. She’s primed and ready, and all I have to do is move a few inches to slide in. Too bad that’s not my goal.
When her body goes tight, and her breath hitches and runs, I know I’ve almost hit it. Her lips go dark pink. They’re crushed and bruised from our kisses, and now they’re gasping hot breaths up at me.
One more stroke. Two. And then—
“Fuck!” she squeals as she comes, her poor hungry pussy, empty.
Until I thrust straight in. She screams from the sensation as I fuck her into the couch while she’s coming.
Her hot body milks my length, eyes rolling back as she crests and falls and crests again.
Those hard nipples of hers call to me, and I answer that call with my teeth.
Her screams echo on the walls as she comes yet again, her nails biting into my shoulders.
Fallen angel, indeed.
“Please!” she gasps.
“Please what, pet?” I snarl against her tits. “Please stop?”
“No! Can’t breathe—”
“But you don’t want me to stop?
That gets a vigorous shake of her head, now half-buried in the cushioned arm of my couch.
“I won’t stop.” Instead, I pull her with me until I’m sitting up and she’s on my lap. My hands lock on her hips, forcing her to ride my cock. Up and down, back and forth.
Her body is limp against my shoulder, those heavenly moans falling directly into my ear. That pussy keeps squeezing me, pulling me to the edge with her. But I want another one out of her, so I bring her against me harder so her clit rubs against my pubic bone.
Turns out, she has a growl all her own.
Abruptly, she starts to sit up on my cock, her nails digging for purchase in my shoulders. Once balanced, she lets me take over again, so I can bounce her on my length. This way, I get an eyeful of her magnificent tits, and it’s almost enough to make me come, but that doesn’t do it.
No. Not until she stares into my eyes as she comes again. The shock on her pretty face does it. That curl of her lips that tells me she’s too far gone to stop. The clench of her pussy on my cock, and I’m gone, erupting deep inside of her sweet body.
In the aftermath, I’m hazy. It’s not… that’s not how it feels normally. Hazy and content and hungry, all at the same time.
I pull her to me. Need that wet mouth on mine.
Need her.