17. Keir #2
Her cheeks flushed.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Jynx. You’re a fucking unicorn.”
That statement made her frown. “I am?”
“Your cunt was made for me, and me alone.”
Her flush deepened, but with another jerk of my hips, her mouth popped open. “There,” she panted. “Right there.”
My hips jack hammered into her, her impending release made abundantly clear by the way her inner walls squeezed me, and her thighs twitched. I didn’t know what squirting felt like for a woman other than intense pleasure, but Molly looked like she was in heaven when she came.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.
Clear fluid leaked past my cock, but when I pulled free of her body, it came out in a rush. Molly thrashed, her whole lower body shaking with her release.
I attacked her pussy with my mouth, tasting her as she came down from the high.
It was messy, her arousal coating my mouth, but fuck, I was in heaven.
As I lapped at her clit, she let out a little sound of protest and shifted her hips, but I had no intention of letting her go just yet.
Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I pulled her down on to my mouth and ravaged her.
She came one last time, her whole body turning lax in my hands as I slowly lapped at her cunt.
“Keir, no more. My body can’t handle it.”
I sat up on my knees. With my eyes fixed on her, I licked my fingers clean and wiped my face. I was covered in her cum. She watched avidly, no longer embarrassed by how I celebrated this part of her.
“You’re crazy,” she whispered.
“Crazy about making you come, baby.”
She shook her head, her seafoam-flecked eyes drifting down to my cock. She sat up and crawled toward me. “I can take care of that for you.”
Cupping her jaw gently, knowing how good her mouth felt, I murmured, “I know you can, baby. But the next time I come, it’s going to be inside your pretty pussy while I fuck you bareback.”
Her mouth parted on an uneven breath. “I’m on birth control,” she murmured.
Even if she wasn’t, I was still going to follow through on my threat.
Leaning down, I kissed her, letting my tongue sweep into her mouth.
She returned my kisses with a fervor, sliding her hands over my shoulders, up my neck and into my hair.
Her hot naked body pressed against mine; the head of my dick notching between her thighs.
All it would take was one little shift, and I’d be inside her again.
She broke the kiss, and I was happy to see her panting. “I’m going to take a shower and take care of this.” I gestured to my dick, and she pouted.
“Wouldn’t you rather take care of it here?”
I raised a brow at her. “You want me to jerk off here?”
Her tongue darted out, running along her bottom lip. “You could…”
I didn’t let her finish the thought. “Lay back, Jynx.”
She complied, scooting back until her head was on the pillow. Standing, I pulled my jeans off all the way, then kneeled back onto the bed. I couldn’t decide where to come. Her cunt, tits, or face.
“I want you to come on my tits,” she said, reaching up to cup them and stroke her nipples to peaks.
Fuck, I must’ve said that out loud. “I will come on your tits, but I want to look at your pussy while I stroke myself.”
Wordlessly, she widened her thighs, and I positioned myself between them again. Her pussy was pink and wet, still swollen from my dick sliding in and out. I touched her puffy lips. “Sore?”
She shook her head. “Satisfied.”
Fucking yes. Sliding the head of my cock through her slit, I collected her arousal to use for lube.
I ran my hand up and down my shaft, my gaze fixed on the heaven between Molly’s thighs.
I felt her eyes burning into me and saw the movement of her hands on her tits in my peripheral vision.
My speed increased, my strokes tighter, harder. Until…
The tingle started at the base of my spine, working its way to my balls.
With gritted teeth, I apologized, “I’ll be marking your cunt with my cum this time, baby.”
I didn’t wait for her reply. It wasn’t necessary.
My orgasm was on me, owning me with a power that flooded my blood.
It crested, like a wave, as ropes and ropes of cum landed all over Molly’s pussy, stomach, and the bed between us.
My wrist kept working, pulling more and more cum from my body.
The pleasure made my head spin and my vision turn black at the edges.
The intensity floored me, but I enjoyed the ride.
When I had squeezed the last of my orgasm from my body, I stared at the mess I’d made. Molly trailed a hand down her stomach, swiping her fingers through my release, then brought it to her mouth. She sucked her fingers clean and smiled at me.
Leaning over the side of the bed, I snagged my discarded T-shirt and cleaned her skin.
I had to admit I liked her branded with my cum, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last time I’d do it.
When most of the mess had been swiped away, I tossed my T-shirt into the corner and leaned down to kiss her.
Molly returned my kiss, turning pliant in my hands.
This woman was a fucking puzzle. Combative, but once I’d gotten her onto her back, she was like a kitten, nuzzling and mewling for me.
Ghosting my fingers across her swollen lips, I let my thoughts tumble off my tongue. “You have bewitched me, Jynx.”
Those blue eyes of hers flickered between my own before she pressed her mouth to mine. “I should change the sheets,” she murmured.
“Okay, baby. You get the sheets. I’ll strip the bed.”
Sliding off the edge, she got dressed and slipped out of the room.
I’d hardly looked at the space when we’d first arrived—too distracted by the late night and Molly’s confession.
It was small, only big enough for a double bed, a side table, and a wardrobe.
Though the walls were still covered in a soft pink wallpaper with tiny white flowers, sparking memories of a little girl’s room rather than the woman Molly was now.
Then I remembered what Molly had told me about her stepfather, and I saw this room in a completely different light.
Angrily, I stripped the bed. This bed wouldn’t have been the same one that the bastard had crept into while her mother was out.
It was the only thought that saved me from trashing the goddamn room.
I had just pulled the sheets completely free of the mattress when Molly burst through the door, her body vibrating.
I straightened. “Jynx?”
“She’s gone.”