Devil’s mind turned to mush the second he felt Molly’s intrepid little hand slide into his slacks and encase his lengthening dick in her satiny hand. He knew this was the part where he should be protesting, but for the life of him, he couldn’t even find enough oxygen to breathe, let alone speak.
After several heartbeats, he managed to remember how to form words again and immediately defended his manhood. “Molly, sweetheart, for the record, no man ever wants to hear the words ‘cute’ or ‘little’ associated with his penis. Big and hard. Breathtaking or Awe-inspiring… those are the adjectives a man likes to hear.” He silently cursed the fact that he sounded breathless and unsteady to his own ears. He didn’t want to imagine what he’d sound like to hers. Thankfully, she was drunk and probably wouldn’t remember anything he said anyway.
“Hmmmm, no worries then,” Molly hummed, sliding her palm up and down his rigid arousal. Liquor always made her talkative, and today was no different. “You’ve definitely proved me wrong there. You don’t seem to be so little anymore. So, this meat stick is how you keep all your ladies happy, happy, happy. I wondered. After that kiss you gave me at the hospital, I knew it couldn’t be your oral skills. You can’t kiss for beans, but having a tree trunk hiding in your pants will win you a lot of points of favor with the girls. I’m surprised any of them can walk after you’re through with them,” she mused, propping her chin against his shoulder blade as she continued running her hand over his hot arousal, her pink lips grinning at him as she squeezed his thick staff.
“Sweet Christ, Molly,” Devil groaned when her hand tightened around him and slid down over his length again. It was a sweetly sensual torture, and he could feel himself swelling in her palm. Locking down his baser emotions, he forced himself to remain still instead of thrusting into his grip the way the inner caveman inside him wanted. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, minx?” he growled against her temple, finally finding the resolve to grab her slim wrist in his hand and still her movements.
“If you don’t know, I’m not doin’ it right,” Molly replied with a giggle, somehow managing to keep her focus in spite of the shifting room around her. “I’ll just have to try harder,” she surmised, re-doubling her efforts as she rubbed her thumb against the weeping slit at the head of his manhood, spreading the small bead of moisture that had collected there over his hot tip.
“Ah, hell,” Devil muttered, squeezing his eyes closed as a wave of pleasure crested over him, threatening to drown him. As good as her palm felt wrapped around him, though, his conscience wouldn’t allow her erotic play to continue. “Sweetheart, we can’t do this right now,” he murmured, pulling her hand away from his groin.
“Whatdaya mean, we can’t do this? Trust me, I can do this. I’ve got skills,” Molly reassured him with a wicked grin as she reached for him again.
Capturing her wrist, Devil shook his head as he turned away from her, trying to stuff his painful erection back inside his slacks. “No, sweetheart. Not tonight.”
“So, lemmee get this straight,” Molly huffed irritably, tugging at her sweater. “I’m good enough to marry, but not good enough to screw?” Cocking her head as she looked up at his averted face, she squinted her eyes and tried to decide which of his four eyes she was gonna punch first. Couldn’t he see she was a horny woman with huge needs? “I know I’m plastered, but even I’m not so sloshed that I can’t spot that faulty logic. Hell, I couldn’t even get a decent kiss from you! Letting me cop a few feels is the very least you could do for me!”
Devil’s eyes bulged as he turned his body to fully face Molly once again, his hard cock once again tucked safely away in his pants.. Somehow, in the short time he’d been facing away from her, his talented woman had managed to lose not only her sweater, but her bra as well. Clad only in her knee-length business skirt, she’d stood and faced him with her hands propped on her hips, her sparkling eyes shimmering in the low light of the room as she presented her breasts proudly, her nipples pebbling in the cool air. “Dear God, Sweetheart. Are you trying to kill me? You can’t do this to a man,” he muttered, quickly shrugging off his suit jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders. Holding it together over her full breasts with one hand, he silently cursed the fact that he had to cover up such raw beauty. Pulling her toward him, he shook his head. “We need to get some coffee in you, STAT.”
“I don’t want any yucky coffee,” Molly denied with a whine, pitching forward to snag her rum from the couch. “I’d rather drink this! It’s nummy yum yum!”
The tussle that ensued over the mostly-empty bottle in her hand landed Molly flat on her back in Devil’s gaping suit coat with him pressed against her. Breathing hard, she struggled beneath him as she tried to keep her hold on the slick glass. “It’s mine!” she screeched, bucking underneath him and gasping when his still-swollen arousal hit just the right spot.
Stealing the bottle of Captain Morgan’s rum from her unsuspecting hand when she moaned beneath him, Devil ground his teeth together as his eyes dropped to her breasts, her hard nipples standing at attention between them. Sweet Christ, she was spectacular. God had definitely smiled the day he’d put together this woman’s incredible body. Perfectly proportioned and flushed in the most becoming shade of pink he’d ever seen, her breasts called to him, begging for his attention. He couldn’t help stroking the back of his fingers against the milky flesh of one firm globe.
Forcing his eyes back to her face, he took one look at her her heavy lidded azure eyes and moist parted lips and knew he was about to break every promise he’d made to himself before barging into her house tonight. Because he needed a taste. Just a single sip from those pouty pink lips of hers. He couldn’t help himself. Because, God, she was gorgeous. “You know how you said that I couldn’t kiss for beans?” he whispered, setting the bottle on the floor with one hand before lifting that hand to cup her jaw.
“Uh huh,” Molly nodded against his palm, leaning into his touch as her eyes met his heated stare. That darkened look he gave her pinned her in place as adeptly as his scorching body did.
“I’m going to prove you wrong, Molly,” he promised her tenderly, dipping his head to cover her sweet lips with his. As long as he lived, he’d never forget the flavor of her kiss, the sharp bite of spiced rum coating her tongue as she shyly tangled it with his, rubbing and stroking together in a sensuous dance. One minute bled into another as they each grew hungrier, nipping and sucking at each other’s mouths as their hands moved frantically over one another. Releasing her lips, Devil trailed wet kisses across her jaw to nip her ear lobe. “Still have complaints about my oral skills, Molly, or have I made up for my fumbling attempt at affection this afternoon?” he asked between gentle love bites to her flesh.
“Y-yes,” Molly breathed, her eyes fluttering as he continued stroking her body with his wandering lips.
Devil heard Molly’s low gasp of pleasure when he found a sensitive spot on the slope of her neck. “You like that?” He murmured against her skin as her fingers curled in his hair and she moaned deeply. He knew he needed to pull away… to back off and let her have time to absorb the feelings flaring between them, but the selfish part of him – the part that had been way too long without a woman – goaded him into continuing to worship her body in spite of the better angels riding herd on his conscience.
Fuck it! It felt good. It felt right. With her hands moving restlessly through his thick dark hair as her body strained underneath his, he could taste her desire He could feel her need, and the primal beast inside him strained against its restraints, wanting more of her. The beast within him wanted to consume her whole.
For him, those sweet caresses of hers were as intoxicating as any of the liquor she’d consumed and twice as dangerous to both of them and as she writhed in his arms, his self-control was tested in a way it never had been before her.
Feeling her arch sweetly beneath him, he felt the leash begin to slip on his very tenuous willpower, her body tempting him to throw caution to the wind and make her his in every way there was. It was only her trust in him that held him back.
Because when Molly finally awarded him the gift of her body, it was a present he never intended to relinquish.