Chapter 29 #2
“It’s all right. You’re all right,” I whisper, my throat raw from all the extra breathing.
When the rumble fades out, Molly gently unwinds my arms from around her, resuming her curled position near my lap.
“Molly…it’s… You know you don’t have to— Oh fuck,” I exclaim when her warm and wet mouth comes down over me again.
She picks up at the very pace and pressure she left off on, which makes me lightheaded as I fall back to rest on my hands. My head drops back as my dick responds to every plunge of her mouth and drag of her tongue. The soft caress of her hand at my base. Fuck, this might kill me.
Before long, I’m right there again, steadily inching toward my peak.
I try to practice restraint as I roll my pelvis along with her movements and try not to thrust too hard.
I’m openly moaning and cursing as she sucks me, and I lean forward, trying to touch her in some way.
My hands are restless, practically urgent with minds of their own to make her feel what she’s doing for me.
I massage at the back of her neck, my other hand reaching beneath her to cup her breast.
“God, fuck…” I moan as she brings me closer to the brink than last time. And then the thunder booms again, letting us know it’s still here.
Molly stops her motions again, and this time I take hold of her face, pulling her into me and kissing her. I will my passion to distract her from the fear that keeps trying to creep back in.
The blood flow surging through my cock is building a pressure that desperately seeks relief, yet I can’t bring myself to care as I’m kissing Molly.
She whimpers wantonly into my mouth. My dick throbs between us, the need for release growing greater as we continue this cycle, and something hits me: Whether she realizes it or not, she’s edging me in time with the storm.
And in a fucked-up way I never thought possible, I’m loving it.
But I don’t know how much more of it my body can take.
I know for one thing—I can barely hold myself up anymore. I’m starting to break a sweat, and I lie back, guiding her with me while not trying to seem forceful about it. With her on top of me, her face a breath away from mine, I tell her, “I’m your storm. Control me.”
She releases a breath and starts kissing me slowly. Her pelvis rolls and grinds against my cock, the smooth material of her panties providing friction. She starts moaning now, breathing hard between kissing me.
“Tell me I can’t take you.”
“You can’t take me,” she says on a moan. Her own arousal for me, but it’s the storm she’s refusing.
“But I want to… so bad. Let me take you.”
“No. I won’t let you take me.” She presses against my cock again before lifting herself off, leaving me hard with precum emerging from the tip.
The torture stretches on a bit longer. Molly rubs against me, kisses me, sucks me, strokes me.
Brings me to the brink through several rounds of thunder.
I plead and curse every time she lays off the gas until finally, she takes hold of me and pulls her panties to the side; positioning me at her opening.
“Baby…?” I pant out as she lowers herself slowly onto me. Her sweet pussy slowly sheaths my dick in its warm embrace. I practically vibrate with the need to thrust, but I hold off, using the last shred of my restraint.
Molly lets out a feral moan that almost ends me with the first roll of her hips and then repeats the motion.
Her hands find purchase on my stomach, and I cover them with my own as she finds a fluid rhythm.
She moans along with her movements, her pussy squeezing and gliding over my cock as I try to enjoy the sensations while keeping my release harnessed.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, my chest deflating with the breath the words come out on. “You’re so beautiful and you’re mine.” I’m bordering on delirious here as her moans get louder and closer together. The blood flow to my cock is rushing and mounting once again with how much closer she gets.
“Wolf…” Her voice is a breathy moan as she utters my name. “I want you to take me. Take me now.”
Scrambling, I sit up and start thrusting my cock into her.
She reaches between us, trying to adjust her panties further away from us.
Reaching down, I grip the material in my fist and with a hard, sharp flick of my wrist they’re torn from her body.
Tossing the remains aside and wrapping my arms around her, I hold on tight, pulling her down on me.
Her hands find my hair as her head drops back with a feral cry.
With her throat exposed, my mouth latches on, sucking hard as my thrusting becomes erratic with the need to come.
Her movements meet mine without faltering; she bucks her hips and gives as good as she gets. Her arms drop to fold behind my neck as she holds on, anchoring herself for the rest of the torrential ride.
“Fuck, Molly, fuck!” I roar out as the mounting pressure returns to my spine, and my balls tighten to their limit.
A scream rips from Molly’s throat as I pick up speed, pumping my release into her.
My jaw clenches as I come hard, Molly desperately moaning in my ear.
Waves and waves of ecstasy wash over me with the force of a relentless tsunami, and I’m damn near helpless against it.
I surrender to the almost unbearable pleasure as it racks my body, taking an eternity to wane.
When it finally lets up, I collapse back on the pillows, bringing Molly with me. Her body trembles on top of mine with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
I’m not even half recovered when Molly lifts up to look at me, taking my face in her hands. “I’m sorry… Wolf, oh my God.” She kisses my lips and then the side of my face. “I can’t believe you let me put you through that.
“Baby,” I rasp out weakly as I try to take hold of her face, making her look at me.
I pin her glassed-over eyes with mine. “Don’t worry…
I loved it. And I’m proud of you,” I assure her as I guide her back down on me.
Despite being depleted of all energy and the both of us lying in a sweaty heap, I bring my arms back around her, holding both our shattered pieces together as we give in to the exhaustion.
“Not that I’d be up for it again anytime soon… ”