Chapter 9
NINE
MOLLY
I chase the heat behind my back, snuggling against something hard yet comforting. A happy sigh escapes my lips.
It’s when the rich scent teases my nose that I come to my senses. Startling awake, I look down to see Alexander’s arm curled around my waist protectively. I tense, feeling his cock pulse inside my sore pussy.
I can’t believe he’s still inside me, let alone that I begged him to come inside me. Knowing he took out my implant with the sole intention of impregnating me.
What’s weird and troubling is how the possibility of having his baby doesn’t terrify me as much as it should. He’s corrupting my mind with rough sex and orgasms.
My two kryptonites.
Being denied the first for so long has turned me into a junkie. I tell myself the last hit will be the final one, only to beg for another.
I have a fuzzy recollection of him carrying me downstairs and sliding into bed while never losing our connection. The act is wild and possessive, straight out of the smutty omegaverse novels I read—an alpha knotting his omega.
His soft breath ruffles my hair, telling me he’s asleep.
This is my chance to escape.
But his thick cock is too damn distracting. Even at half-mast, it’s stretching me good. For an old man, he sure has a lot of stamina. Matt’s pales in comparison to his. The difference is almost laughable.
Stop comparing their dicks, Molly.
Carefully, I cup his wrist and lift it. I pause for a few seconds as a precaution before shifting away, little by little, until we’re connected only by his cock. I can’t help but clench around him. Heart racing, I spread my thighs and relax my muscles, praying he slips out.
Biting my lip to stifle a moan from the feel of his veins rubbing deliciously against me, I move to the side again. Just his tip remains inside me.
So close.
I stretch to my right.
Just one more—
I’m hauled against a hard chest. A low growl before Alexander growls, “Where do you think you’re sneaking off to, little bird?”
“Let me go!” I yell.
With a tilt of his hips, he impales me with his shaft.
I hate how perfect and right it feels.
“Damn you!” I curse furiously.
Flipping me onto my back, he straddles me and shoves my arms over my head. Leaning down into my face, he says, “How long are you going to keep fighting us?”
“Until it gets through to your head that I don’t want to be yours.”
His jaw grinds before he abruptly pulls out of me.
The loss of our intimacy doesn’t bring any satisfaction.
I feel bereft and cold.
When he gets off the bed and walks out of the room, I have the urge to chase after him. Yank him against me and kiss the anger and hurt away.
I’m confused at my reaction all over again.
Instead of using the opportunity to skip away, I stare up at the ceiling. The heavy footfalls drag my attention to the beastly naked man striding my way. Alexander’s handsome face is a mask of indifference.
It stings.
I shuffle to sit up against the headboard as he drags a chair to the edge of the bed. It’s when he sits down that I see him holding a diary.
Wait… why does it look familiar?
Flipping it open, he begins to read, “I’m crushing on Sheriff Smith, and it’s becoming intense day by day…”
My throat goes dry, my eyes widening in utter shock.
He’s reading my personal diary.
How did he find it? I keep it at my house in the locked drawer of my nightstand.
“…So much so that I touch myself every night to thoughts of him. I pretend it’s his fingers spreading my thighs and pushing into my pussy. I imagine his sinful face, his stubbled jaw brushing against my skin as he puts his mouth on me. Forcing me to ride it until I drench him in my cum…”
I scramble into motion and jump off the bed, ready to snatch it back. I never make contact and find myself face down on his lap. “Hey—”
Smack!
Holding me down with an arm on my back, he recites another entry over my squirming body. His deep, gravelly voice eliciting goosebumps. “I’ve never been a violent person, but I damn near turned into one after watching Mrs. Kathy drape herself over Mr. Smith at the barbecue…”
“Stop reading!”
He doesn’t.
“…The only reason I held myself in check was because Mr. Smith didn’t give in to her advances and kept brushing her off politely.
His gentlemanliness is another one of his sexy qualities.
I know I have no claim on him.” He pauses to speak to me.
“You have from the moment we met.” Then he continues.
“But I still couldn’t help but feel jealous and hurt.
I wish I didn’t have feelings for him. I’m too young for him.
Plus, he’s my best friend’s dad. I could never betray Matt like that.
Why, oh why, did I have to be attracted to him? ”
My cheeks burn as I lie still. I know each entry I wrote about him late at night.
From every little, innocuous, and heartwarming interaction we had.
I secretly pined over him for three years before giving up on the fantasy.
There were too many obstacles in our path.
The major one being that he never gave any hints about his feelings for me.
So, I made myself content with the fantasy of him.
Now, eight years later, he wants me to become his? End my relationship with Matt? His own son? How dare he reciprocate those feelings now that my life is running smoothly?
He’s putting doubts in my head.
“What is it you were saying?” he taunts, tossing the diary to the bed. Skating a hand up my thigh, he lifts the hoodie to reveal my ass. “That you don’t want to be mine? Still going to lie to me, Molly?”
“I l-love Matt.”
Spank! “Nowhere close to how much you love me.”
“Untrue.”
Spank! “Liar.”
“I am no—”
Spank! Spank! Spank!
I drip onto his thighs, mindlessly humping them to relieve the ache in my clit. He spreads his legs, cruelly putting a stop to it.
Or so I think.
Running a finger down the crack of my ass, he trails it down to my slick folds and hums in satisfaction.
Tormenting me with a slow brush of the pad of his finger, he draws out more of my arousal.
“Am I touching you like you wished in your dreams, my beautiful liar? My hands on your flesh? Playing with your tight pussy?”
Swiping from the top of my clit to my asshole, he strokes me teasingly. “Is this enough? Or do you need more? I can shower you with orgasms all night long if you admit the truth, little bird.”
I bite down on my lip hard not to give in to his lure again. Only for his touch to disappear and come cracking down on my ass punishingly. “Ahh!”
“Such.” Smack! “A.” Smack! “Stubborn.” Smack! “Brat.”
“Stop!” I cry out, stinging and burning like hell. “No more.”
Hauling me upright, he picks me up and throws me down on the bed. I bounce as he climbs in after me and wrenches my thighs apart. Fitting his broad shoulders between them, he takes a long swipe of my pussy.
“Mmmff!” Fuck! His tongue brings both bliss and torture.
I’ve never felt so sensitive and swollen.
Digging his hands into my skin, he drags his tongue over my slit at a maddening pace, heightening the ecstasy shooting in my veins. Dipping, swirling, licking so thoroughly that I arch toward his mouth.
He pulls back, blowing on my pussy until I clench. “Your soaked cunt is telling a different story, Molly. Chasing my tongue and lips like it can’t get enough of it.”
I pant harshly, squirming on a precipice. Too mindless with desire to answer him.
Thrusting two fingers inside, he curls and caresses me. “Is this how you wanted me to finger you? Should I add another, filthy girl? Maybe fuck you with my whole fist.”
I clench around him in fear and… wicked craving.
He fills me with three fingers, pushing them to the knuckles and stretching.
“Alex!”
“Beg.” He hovers above my center, holding me on the knife’s edge. “Say ‘Please lick my pussy, Sheriff Smith’.”
I shake my head.
Another finger joins in, stretching me to capacity. My back bows off the bed. “Too much. Please. Oh fuck!”
“Beg or I give you another finger.”
“Please lick my pussy, Sheriff Smith.”
“Good girl.” His mouth descends on top of my clit, sucking it softly. His fingers slam into my cunt faster and rougher. “Come, sweet thing. Drench Daddy’s tongue with your cum.”
I lose my fight, climaxing hard with a shout.
He growls as my fingers tug his hair, and he keeps eating me out with vigor.
Stars tunnel in and out of my vision, and my entire body jerks as he wrings every ounce of pleasure from me. The overdose of euphoria sends me into a deep slumber.