Chapter 7
SEVEN
MOLLY
God! Such a loaded question.
I’m torn.
I’m horny.
I’m desperate to feel his cock inside me again.
What is wrong with me? I can’t even pretend he’s Matt with his mask gone.
I’m actually aching to be fucked by my boyfriend’s dad. A sexy and rugged man twice my age. A man who took me against my will and is keeping me hostage in a house in the middle of nowhere. A man who’s lost his goddamn mind. A man I thought I knew.
My ass smarts where his big palms cup my cheeks, sizzling my skin. The sensation is sublime, freeing, and so heavenly. So much better than my wet dreams.
He has me tongue-tied.
Then again… when hasn’t he?
He has this effect on women everywhere with his rugged beauty, larger-than-life presence, and down-to-earth nature. The powerful and brooding sheriff everyone admires.
Would they even believe this side of him?
A part of me believes I’m hallucinating it all.
“I know you do,” he hums, trailing his nose to the hollow in my throat. “One orgasm doesn’t satisfy you. My filthy girl needs two or three before she’s spent.”
I snap my gaze to his blue eyes just as he raises his head.
My heart almost freezes inside my chest at the knowing glint in his stare.
How does he know?
My boyfriend sure doesn’t.
“I caught you running into the bathroom right after you fucked Matt one night,” Mr. Smith replies, his tone seductive and threatening at once. “I heard your little moans, your fingers fucking your pussy, your soft cry as you came.”
Oh Lord!
Shame creeps up to my cheeks.
His gaze darkens, fanning the flames of my mortification. “Another time, right after you both finished and he passed out, I saw you slip your fingers between your thighs and come twice more.”
No, he didn’t.
“I fought so hard not to barge in and bring you pleasure on my tongue, like you deserved.” Crushing my flesh with his grip, he growls, “I became a voyeur of my son’s girlfriend. Do you have any idea how much you’ve tormented me?”
“I… I didn’t know.” He never let it show.
“Of course you didn’t.” I jolt when his hand slips between my thighs from behind, his middle finger grazing my sodden folds. “You’re not going to deny me now, are you?”
My brain short-circuits when his digit dips inside and swirls my wetness around. I clench around nothing.
“Your cunt is begging,” he groans. “It craves me. Needs me. Let me make you come. Let me pound it again, Molly.”
My name on his lips undoes me. “M-Mr. Smith…”
“Fuck! Your sweet voice.” His hips thrust, grinding his rock-hard cock against my bare pussy, while his finger keeps rubbing me harder and faster. “Just the sound of it makes my dick leak.”
It does.
I feel his warm precum drip onto my clit. The broad crown spreads my slit, sliding up and down with each drive of his hips. I fight the ecstasy rolling down my spine as his shaft fits between my pussy lips, fucking me without penetration.
“Mr. Smith!” I gasp as his finger shifts higher to circle my asshole.
“Look how you have me dry humping you like a teenage boy, dirty girl,” he taunts. “Do you like that? I’m going to come just from this. Come all over your pretty pussy.”
“Ooh!”
“Such a waste. I’d rather fuck my cum into you, Molly.”
“Alexander!”
With an expletive, he spurts his release all over me. Holding me still, he grinds and rolls his hips over and over, leaving his fingerprints around my waist from his bruising grip. He leaves me a sopping mess between my legs, his seed trailing down my inner thighs to my knees.
Yet, he’s still fully hard.
His cockhead throbs right against my entrance as he breathes harshly over my mouth. His lips touch mine as he utters through gritted teeth, “Woman, let me fill you.”
Our eyes lock.
My stomach dips when the moonlight strikes over his messy dark blond hair with a hint of silver at the temples. The strands fall on his forehead, giving me the urge to run my fingers through them.
When I first saw Alexander Smith, I thought he was the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. I had never felt anyone send off such a strong protector vibe.
Even now, after his diabolical stunt, I’m not scared of him.
Not even a little bit.
My fingers flex on his broad shoulders as he exhales roughly, pressing his forehead against mine. Flicking my bottom lip with his tongue, he teases darkly, “Want me to take again?”
Circling my entrance with the tip, he slides in.
I open my mouth to stop him. A choking noise escapes instead as another inch of his dick stretches my pussy.
“Mr. Smith… this is… it’s wro—”
He slaps his palm over my lips, shutting me up.
I tighten my thighs around his hips as he holds me up by the waist with one arm. His strength is low-key turning me on.
“Do you not want this?” He buries another thick inch.
I shake my head, even as I tilt my ass to take him deeper.
How could I crave my boyfriend’s dad?
How could I cheat on Matt?
This is so fucked up.
Alexander sees the conflict in my wide eyes, stopping halfway inside me. “You’re not betraying Matt because I’m not giving you a choice, little bird. Just enjoy my cock like a good girl.”
In one savage thrust, he slams to the hilt.
My scream gets muffled by his hand.
“That’s it.” Drawing back, he drives into my clenching walls ruthlessly. “Choke me with your tight cunt. Choke Daddy’s dick.”
I shatter into a million pieces.
He keeps bucking into me, prolonging my orgasm. My eyes roll back in my head, pleasure spreading in my veins from the brutal and possessive way he fucks me. Claims me. Ruins me.
His scent suffocates me. His loud grunts. His ripped body.
Trapping me against the wall, he impales me with one final plunge. Without warning, he shoots his hot cum inside me. It attacks me in thick lashes, filling me to the brim.
Moving languidly inside my pussy through the aftershocks, he fixes his piercing blue eyes on mine. “I’m going to breed you, Molly.”