Molly
I was literally having an out-of-body experience. I no longer recognized the person I had become. Through his words, by watching him pleasure himself, this man had managed to push me to a limit where the only thing that mattered was my release.
The old Molly would have waited until he left and handled the situation without him being the wiser. But the way he reminded me of our first time caused a rush of lust I was unfamiliar with. The uncanny way he could read my thoughts snapped my resolve, causing this tsunami of need to explode and all rational thought to disintegrate.
He was first to break our connection. “Tell me what you want, Molly. I need you to say it out loud.”
“You.” I dipped my fingers into the edge of the towel, grazing the manscaped hair above his dick. One yank later, the towel floated to the floor, and a tiny raise of his brows meant it was the last thing he expected me to do. Going one step further, I dropped to my knees gripping him with two hands before wrapping my lips around his bulbous crown.
Trent’s hips jerked forward. “Molly...” He said my name with such raw carnal emotion that heat began to pool between my legs.
All I wanted was to taste him, drive him as crazy as he did me. The visual of how he stroked himself forced a silent challenge. A need to bring him much better pleasure, to have him obsessing over how my mouth felt covering his cock, just like I obsessed after his mouth was on me. Since then, it’d been all I could think about, and spitefully I wanted to plague him with the same fate.
As my mouth began to devour every hard inch of him, my desire was to bring this man to his knees... and not in the way he was used to. No. I wanted him to realize I wasn’t like the actresses he spent his days with. Nor was I relinquishing control just because his tongue could set my insides aflame.
With each stroke of my tongue, I could feel his resolve begin to slip away. He speared my hair with his fingers attempting to control my movements. Forcing him to submit instead, I gripped his wrists and tugged them away from my head pinning them to his strong thighs. His muscles flexed as I increased my efforts sucking him deeper into my mouth. As soon as his tip hit the back of my throat, a feral groan roared out of him as he said, “I’m gonna come.”
If he thought that would deter me, he was mistaken. Rather than slow down, I gently grazed my teeth over the throbbing vein in his cock and moaned. The vibration combined with my stellar technique, caused hot streams of his salty release to slide over my tongue and down my throat.
Once he relaxed and I licked every last drop off his impressive length, giving his tip a little extra attention, I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. Trent’s eyes were closed, his jaw was slack, and pride swelled within me because I did that to him.
“Fuck, Molly,” Trent said coming out of his orgasmic haze letting the wall catch him as he leaned back.
“Fuck? You think you can do that to me now? Or do you need time to recuperate?”
Not hesitating, Trent pushed himself off of the wall, grabbed my upper arms, and yanked me up until we faced one another. In one fell swoop, he ripped open my robe and let it fall to my feet.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
“No.” Every part of my body screamed to comply, but I couldn’t do that. I enjoyed having the power. I didn’t bother to look at him before I made my way to the bed and sat down.
Trent smirked and in less than three steps stood in front of me. “I like this side of you, Molly.” He leaned down and chastely kissed me. “If you think this is turning me off, you’re sadly mistaken because it’s doing just the opposite.”
Glancing down, I couldn’t help but notice he was just as hard now as when I first took him into my mouth. Knowing that a gorgeous woman like Raven couldn’t affect him the way I did bolstered my confidence tenfold.
Lost in my bold thoughts, I was caught off guard when before I knew it, Trent had pushed me back onto the mattress, spread my legs, sheathed himself with a condom, and positioned the tip of his dick to rest on my clit.
“Tell me you want me, Molly.” He glanced down noticing my wetness. “I can see that you do, but I want to hear it.”
“What... your ego isn’t big enough that you need me to stroke it more?”
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you. Are you saying no?” Before I could utter a syllable, he breached my entrance. “Say it. Am I pushing in or pulling out?” My nails clawed the skin on his perfect ass drawing him into me. “Jesus,” he groaned as I thrust upward.
Once more the sense of control enveloped me. Trent’s mouth covered mine. His tongue searched and caressed the hollow of my cheeks. Using the mattress and Trent’s euphoric state as leverage, I pushed on his shoulders attempting to switch our positions.
“I know what you’re doing, Molly. I’ll play your game.” He willingly flipped onto his back taking me with him. “Go ahead, fuck me. Give it all you got.” Trent laced his fingers together and rested his head on his hands.
Asshole. To me, the man was equal parts infuriating and desirable. One of my hands wanted to slap him while the other wanted to feel every nuance of his muscular torso. Even from the bottom, he found a way to top me.