Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
MOLLY
As soon as he finishes inside me, he pulls out. I lay on the floor in a heap, unable to believe he didn’t listen to me. The proof trails down my inner thighs.
Yet I can’t muster half the anger I should feel.
It boggles me.
He opens the cage and steps inside. Turning me over, he picks me up against his chest and carries me to the bed inside. His steps cause the butt plug to jostle inside my ass, reminding me of its presence.
When he sits down, I think he’s going to remove it.
He doesn’t.
Leaning against the headboard, he lies me sideways between his spread thighs. His intention for the position dawns when he rests my head on his abs and nudges his dick against my lips.
“Take me in your mouth, little bird.”
My treacherous pussy quivers at his command. I know exactly what he’s asking. It isn’t to give him head. It’s for me.
To pacify me.
With his cock.
A kink I wrote about exploring in my diary. I recall reading a scene in my spicy romance book where the older mountain man calmed down the shy city girl after claiming her virginity mercilessly.
It made me so wet that I masturbated to it.
The man in my head—none other than Alexander Smith.
I almost forgot about this desire after I began dating Matt. Of course, my boyfriend never ignited the need.
His father, however, did.
There’s no containing the blush blossoming on my cheeks as my fantasy comes true. Circling him at the base, I wrap my lips around the crown. A moan climbs up my throat when I taste our combined arousal. He inhales sharply as I roll my tongue around his slit, craving more of it.
His fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my face up. “Eyes on Daddy while you suckle him.”
My thighs press together at the soothing timbre in his voice. I place my palm on his opposite leg and let his dick chase away the troubling thoughts. Somehow, he doesn’t make all my secret desires feel shameful.
I can no longer blame my reaction to him on coercion and deception. While it may have begun with both, I’m afraid it’s morphing into something else. Accepting it will mean I have to accept another truth.
I’m cheating on Matt.
It drowns me in guilt.
However, not enough to stop me from craving Alexander. Or bring clarity about who I’m going to choose when the seven days are up.
I wake up with his cock still inside my mouth. Blinking away the sleep, my eyes clash with his piercing blues.
He’s staring at me possessively.
Neither of us says a word as his hard shaft pulses on my tongue. I don’t want to let go of him yet. The velvety feel of him is so soothing and… naughty.
“Can’t get enough?” he teases.
I shake my head, lightly sucking on him.
He brushes his fingers through my strands that are sticking to my temple. I trace random patterns and lines on his thigh while swirling my tongue around his cockhead. A hum rises in my throat as he leaks precum. I gulp it down eagerly.
He shivers beneath my palm.
I swallow him deeper. Caressing his rock-hard abs, I bob my head up and down. I’m thirsty for his salty cum.
He tastes too fucking good.
“Someone woke up hungry,” he groans, lifting his hips to lazily thrust inside my mouth. “Bring me your pussy to feast on, sweet thing.”
Yanking me off him, he drags me up his body in a sixty-nine position. Roughly pulling me down, his mouth attacks my cunt. He lets loose an animalistic growl at my taste, turning me on.
I latch onto his dick, sucking and licking along his girth. I ignore the ache in my jaw as he stretches my lips and throat wider than they have ever been.
Nipping my folds, my clit, with his teeth, his fingers shift to my plugged ass. Tonguing my slit, he draws out the toy halfway before shoving it back in.
I moan at the wicked sensation. The vibration makes his cock jerk and swell inside my throat, gagging me.
My focus turns into smoke when he fucks both my ends with the anal plug and his tongue. It’s like we’re in a race to see who can bring the other to orgasm first.
I should let him win.
He did deny me an orgasm earlier.
As if he’s attuned to my inner devious thoughts, he viciously slows down his efforts. His strokes become gentler, his tongue less eager.
“Are you trying to steal an orgasm, little brat?” he taunts, grazing me with his teeth.
“Please,” I purr, jerking him with my fist. “I’ve been good, Sheriff Smith.”
Another bead of precum drips from his purple crown. I lap it up.
“Let’s see just how good you can be.”
Slapping my ass, he makes me kneel over him. I look over my shoulder to catch him lifting something from the nightstand.
Is it another butt plug?
I tremble.
He catches me staring and narrows his eyes. “Did I tell you to stop sucking Daddy’s cock?”
“Sorry, Daddy.” I deep throat him. My rhythm stutters at the cold lube spreading over my asshole after he removes the plug. I earn a hard smack on my pussy.
A round and metallic object presses against my ass, easily popping inside. My eyes widen when a second and slightly bigger one follows.
Oh god!
He’s using anal beads.
“Alex,” I whimper around the third ball stretching my walls.
“Why are you crying, little bird?” he taunts. “Didn’t you want to come? I’m obliging your wish. I’m going to make you orgasm harder than you ever have.”
The fourth bead makes me sweat and cry in pleasurable pain.
Fuck! I’ve never been this full and aroused.
Hating and loving it at the same time.
“No more, Daddy.” I clench, making the beads rub against my nerve endings. An electric current jolts my entire body.
“One more.”
Relentlessly, he shoves the fifth and biggest bead home. I slump down on his body, no longer able to hold myself up. Flipping me over, he raises my ass and covers my mound with his lips.
My back bows as I scream at the onslaught of sensations attacking me from everywhere. He eats me out like a madman. A starving beast. Kissing my sex with his tongue and lips, like he does my mouth.
The beads bump and rub against each other, turning me delirious with euphoria.
If he asks me to hold back this tim—
“Give Daddy your cream,” he groans, flicking my clit repeatedly. “Come all over my face.”
With a tug, he pulls out the beads.
“Ahh!” I splinter into pieces, shouting his name, “Alex! Yes! Oh, Daddy!”
My body is manhandled flat on the mattress, my thighs wrenched apart, and a thick cock savagely spears my spasming cunt. My walls constrict around Alexander, accommodating his huge shaft as he pistons inside me.
“Look at me,” he roars.
I meet his half-mast gaze through blurry eyes, becoming lost in their depths. He looks deranged with lust, possession, and heat darkening his ruggedly handsome face.
Falling over my heaving chest, he fuses his cum-soaked lips with mine. I part my mouth wide, letting his tongue invade and kiss the hell out of me.
Twisting my fingers in his hair, I pull him closer and twirl my tongue with his.
Our kiss is sloppy, crazed, and filthy.
“You’re mine,” he growls, slamming hard inside me. “Your lips. Your cunt. Your ass. Your tits. Every inch of you is mine, Molly.”
“Fuck me harder.”
Pulling out all the way to the tip, he shunts forward viciously.
Brutally.
Ruthlessly.
“Mine.” Thrust. “To.” Thrust. “Breed.” Thrust.
Pinning me down by the throat, his hips lodge deep inside me, stuffing his dick to the root. Our eyes collide just as his orgasm seizes his mammoth body.
I don’t protest as he spills inside me.