Chapter 19
NINETEEN
MOLLY
A week passes, and nothing changes.
Alexander and I walk on eggshells around each other. An ache forms behind my ribs every time I’m around him, but it’s become bearable.
I constantly remind myself it’s the right thing to do.
Matt is giving me space, not initiating sex again. It’s a blessing because my libido is nonexistent. I need to fix my emotional imbalance before moving on to the physical.
Tossing the blanket aside, I turn on my back. Matt snores beside me, oblivious to my frustration. We’re once again spending the night at his house and I’m unable to fall asleep like last time.
My throat is parched, so I get up from the bed and stalk downstairs to the kitchen. I sigh in pleasure as I gulp down cool water. I’m marching toward the staircase when I see light coming from the living room.
Curiosity gets the best of me.
I’m lying—it’s who I’ll find there that draws me. I’m only torturing myself, but I can’t help it. A pulse comes to life between my thighs as I see him.
Traitorous libido.
Alexander is lounging on the couch in the living room. The fireplace is lit up. It’s become chilly at night. One corded arm thrown over the back, he watches a football game on mute. The reflection from the television highlights the sharp and sinful contours of his face.
Sensing my presence, he commands without turning his head my way, “Go upstairs, Molly.”
I’m shell-shocked at his indifferent tone. It pisses me off when it shouldn’t. I cock my hip, and reply, “Is this how it’s going to be?”
“I won’t repeat myself.”
“You’re being rude.”
“I’m treating you like a father-in-law would.”
“You sound more like a daddy.”
His head swings my way, eyes piercing and heated.
I smirk, satisfied at earning a reaction from him. With a twirl, I sashay away to the bedroom.
Tickling on my legs wakes me up. The room is dark with moonlight filtering in through the window.
Something trails up my calves, drawing my attention to the foot of the bed.
The huge silhouette of Alexander looming over me has me flabbergasted. My stomach tightens with desire, adrenaline, and fear.
What the hell is he doing?
Can’t he see Matt is lying beside me?
I glance in trepidation at my fiancée, who’s still snoring.
Alexander squeezes my ankles, forcing my attention back to him. He raises his index finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet.
As if I’d utter a word. I’ve lost control of my vocal cords.
I try to sit up.
He shakes his head.
I pause, leaning on my elbows. I’ve never been able to not obey him. I may sass him, but I always listen.
Once he’s satisfied with my obedience, he resumes running his palms up my legs, higher by slipping underneath the hem of my lace nightie.
My breath goes shallow as his fingers hook into my panties, dragging them down. I cross my thighs, shaking my head at him to stop. My resistance is futile against his strength.
With a jerk, he uncrosses my legs and finishes pulling down the fabric. Straightening, he rounds to my side. Squeezing my cheeks until my lips part, he stuffs my panties into my mouth.
Bending low, he whispers in my ear, “Daddy’s going to have his fun now.”
My libido fires up, setting my body ablaze.
I’ve barely registered his filthy words when he pushes my nightie up and forces my thighs apart. Fitting his broad shoulders in the tight space until I’m vulnerable and on display, he takes one long swipe of my slit.
I make a strangled noise, taking a panicked glance toward Matt.
He doesn’t stir.
Alexander licks again, spreading my folds with his thumb. His tongue swirls in my wetness, lapping it up as I keep dripping. The taboo nature, the sick thrill, the sheer insanity turn me the fuck on.
My soul is corrupt beyond reason.
Beyond salvation.
Beyond redemption.
My back bows as a thick finger enters my pussy, followed by a second, a third until I’m crying out at the stretch. I forgot how intense the fullness is.
Alexander’s greedy mouth licks and flicks my clit. Circling it until it’s aching and swollen, he sucks on it and thrusts his fingers harder.
I grab the pillow, fisting it as I try not to ride his face.
Every few seconds, I keep stealing glances at Matt, afraid he’s going to wake up. Afraid I’m hallucinating. Because I can’t believe my fiancé sleeps soundly beside me, while his father eats my pussy.
“Mmmffff,” I whimper when Alexander presses his thumb down on my clit. He grazes it with his nail, making me buck against his tongue.
Lust makes me its slave.
My eyes trail down my belly, seeing Alexander’s head buried against my cunt. Heat shoots down my spine with each thrust. The pleasure spikes and I grab his hair, grinding hard against his lips and tongue.
Finger fucking me with four knuckles, he glances up.
The depraved and primal intensity in his eyes hurtles me over the edge. The orgasm shatters my world as I ride each euphoric wave.
Alexander’s mouth covers my pussy, drinking down my cum. His stubble marks my inner thighs red as he buries his tongue inside me, groaning possessively.
I slump down on the bed, spent and boneless.
My panties being tugged from my mouth stops me from passing out. I open my eyes just as Alexander stuffs my throat with his cock, bobbing my head up and down until three thrusts later, he spurts his semen straight into my belly.
He stays buried, running his fingers through my hair as I softly suck on him.
Surrounded by his scent and his taste on my tongue, I fall into a peaceful slumber.
In my dreams, I feel soft lips press against my forehead.