CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
HUGO
Three months later…
“Happy birthday, sweetness.” I kiss Molly’s neck and roll my hips against her pussy, just so she knows I have morning wood. She smiles, but doesn’t open her eyes. She looks all sexy and sleepy this morning. “I want a birthday blow job.”
She frowns and slaps my chest. “It’s my birthday, you arse. You can give me head.” She squints one eye open.
“You gonna sit on my face?” I bite my bottom lip and wiggle my eyebrows at her. My cock twitches at the thought of her riding my face.
Her lips pull up into a small smile. “Only if you behave, and let me sleep.” She groans, trying to roll out from underneath me.
I grab her wrists and pin them on either side of her head on the pillow. “I don’t behave, and I’m horny right now.” I release her wrists and grab her waist, rolling over and pulling her on top of me.
“Hugo!” She squeals, giggling. She falls forward, bracing her hands on my chest. Her hair falls round her face, and I sweep it back as I grab the nape of her neck pulling her in for a kiss.
“No, I have morning breath!”
“Don’t fucking care.” She giggles as I pull her in, pressing my lips to hers. She keeps her lips firmly shut, refusing to open her mouth.
“If I can’t put my tongue in your mouth, I’m definitely putting it in your pussy.” I growl against her lips. I grab the backs of her thighs and yank her upwards, until her thighs are either side of my chest.
“Hugo!” She shrieks, her hands flying out, before she face plants the headboard. I laugh as I manoeuvre down the bed, positioning myself under her pussy.
“You are…” I drag my teeth up the inside of her thigh, and her words are lost on a breathy gasp.
I kiss her between her legs, through the lace of her knickers. Her hips instinctively roll forward, and I smile.
I slide the lace to the side and get a glimpse of her pussy. My cock is so fucking hard it hurts. True to my word, I thrust my tongue inside her, tasting her.
“Oh fuck.” She moans, grinding her hips against me.
I lick, suck and nip at her pussy and clit, until she’s riding my face and screaming my name like a fucking prayer. When she’s shaking and twitching uncontrollably, I buck her off me and slam her back down on the mattress.
A small smile pulls at her lips as her breathing starts to slow. I kneel over her and place a kiss on her mouth, swiping my tongue along the seam of her lips.
“Happy birthday, sweetness.”
“Where are we going?” Molly asks impatiently, bouncing up and down in her seat.
“You do know the definition of the word surprise, right?” I love her excitement. I love the little smile she’s wearing right now because of that excitement.
“Hugo! We’ve been on this jet for hours.” She huffs. “Is it hot there?” She probes.
I sigh. “Yes, it’s hot.”
She narrows her eyes. “Is there a beach?”
“I’m not telling you, that was a one question shot.”
She gasps. “It should be at least three!”
“Says who?”
“It’s always three. Don’t you know anything?”
“Dear god woman, you’re going to drive me to drink at this rate.” I drag my hand over my face in exasperation. At this rate I’m going to kill her before we even get there!
A few hours later and the plane starts to come in to land. Molly presses her face to the window, desperately surveying the ground below us. It’s dark, and in this case, that makes our location easier to identify.
“Vegas!” She screams. “You brought me to Vegas!”
I laugh. “I brought you to Vegas.”
She lets out a little girly squeal, before turning in her seat to face me. She grabs my face and slams her lips over mine. “You are so getting laid tonight.” She flashes me a wry smile, cocking an eyebrow.
I wind my hand around her neck, keeping her lips against mine. “I get laid every night sweetness. You’d best come up with something better than that. You remember that time you kissed a girl…”
She rolls her eyes. “Aaand you ruined it.” She pulls away from my hold and I laugh.
“Just saying, if you want to thank me.”
“You’re an animal.” She says, sounding bored.
“You love that I’m an animal.” I say, leaning over and nipping at her neck.
“I love that you brought me to Vegas.” Her smile widens. “And I love you.”
“Oh my god! We won!” Molly screams, throwing her arms around my neck.
Holy shit, she’s like a fucking good luck charm. I should bring her to Vegas with me more often. So far, we’re a hundred grand up.
Her eyes light up, as the people watching our poker table clap. My eyes sweep over her body. She looks seriously hot. That dress might as well be painted onto her slim form.
“We won.” I whisper in her ear. “Want to go celebrate?”
She gets that look in her eye, the look that tells me I’m about to have a really fucking good time.
“Naked celebrations?” She says, flashing me a seductive smile. Oh hell yes!
I’ve never cashed out chips and left a casino so fast in my fucking life. I pull Molly along as she runs to keep up, teetering on her high heels. We get in the lift, and there’s a fat guy in a cowboy hat waiting to go up. I press the button for the presidential suite, and he does a double take, looking me over before turning around to face the doors again. Molly tucks into my side, and I trail a hand down her spine, cupping her arse and giving it a squeeze. She elbows me, and I jump away grinning. The cowboy gets out on the twelfth floor, and as soon as the doors close she pushes me against the side of the lift.
“Feisty sweetness.” I murmur as her lips brush over my jaw.
“Everyone loves a winner.” She whispers.
My cock pops up, just begging me to fuck her right here in the lift. I turn, and grab her waist, lifting her until she rests on the hand rail. I slot between her parted legs and her thighs clench around me.
“Does it make you wet?” I growl against her ear.
She grabs my hand, guiding it under her dress and between her legs, where I find she has no underwear on. She slowly drags my fingers across her pussy, biting her lip and throwing her head back as my fingers move over her.
“Damn it, Molly, I’m about two fucking seconds away from fucking you right here.” I say through gritted teeth.
She cocks an eyebrow. “So fuck me.” Fuck, I love this side of her. The lift glides to a halt, and the doors open, revealing a shocked looking couple on the other side. I smile and pull my hand out from under Molly’s dress. I lower her to the ground and then bend at the waist throwing her over my shoulder.
“Hugo!” She shrieks.
“Good evening.” I wink at the woman, clinging to her husband’s arm. She blushes and tries to look anywhere but at me. I’m told it’s the accent. I swear to god, I only have to say hello to these American women and they’re practically begging me to fuck them, whilst talking ‘British’ to them of course.
For once in my life though, I have no interest. The only pussy I want inside is Molly’s. Right now.
I walk down the hall, and slide the key card into the lock. As soon as the door swings open, I drop her, sliding her body over every inch of mine.
I slam the door, and she’s all over me. Her hands grip my face, as she kisses me hard. Her tongue thrusts into my mouth, and I can taste wine on her lips. She rips my shirt open, popping buttons everywhere, and then her hands are everywhere, her nails dragging across my bare stomach before they yank at the button on my trousers, opening them and forcing them down my thighs. Her fingers dive into my boxers, wrapping around my waiting cock.
I hiss out a breath and grab a handful of her hair, as her fist pumps my cock. My head falls forward, and my lips skim her throat, making her breath hitch and her back bow, pressing her chest against me. Her free hand wraps around the back of my neck, her nails digging into my skin and pulling me closer. I grip her hair harder, tilting her head to the side and nipping her earlobe.
“I want to fuck you so hard right now.” I growl against her neck.
She grabs a handful of my hair, and pulls my face back to hers, biting my bottom lip. “So fuck me already.”
I have her skirt yanked up before she’s even finished speaking. I spin her around and push her over the back of a nearby sofa, holding her down with a hand on the back of her neck. She pushes back against me, pressing her arse against my rigid cock. I clench my teeth and run a finger over her wet pussy, making her moan and strain against my hold.
Without warning I thrust two fingers into her, and her body bucks as her pussy clenches around my fingers. I press my chest against her back and adjust my hold on her, gripping her chin and tilting it up. I skim my lips over her jaw, as I pump my fingers into her, making her moan and squirm underneath me.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you sweetness.” I groan. “Don’t you worry about that.”
I pull out of her and yank my boxers down, releasing my cock. I press against her, teasing her.
“Now!” She demands. So fucking impatient.
I let out a growl and slam balls deep inside her in one thrust. She clenches around me and I grit my teeth as I take deep breaths. Oh, fuck, she feels so good. She immediately bows her back and pushes back against me, grinding up and down on my cock.
“Such a needy little slut.” I grate out as I pull out and thrust into her again. She throws her head back, and lets out a long moan.
I pound into her, never letting up, until she’s writhing and screaming under me, and then I stop, picking her up and throwing her down on the sofa on her back.
“What the fuck Hugo?” She gasps. Her face is flushed, and her chest is heaving. I smile cockily as I round the sofa. Her legs are parted, her dress still hitched up, her stilettos still on. I do love to fuck a girl in stilettos. My eyes trace her long legs, taking in that gorgeous pussy on full display. My cock throbs painfully.
She watches me, watching her, and bites her bottom lip. Her fingers drift to her inner thigh, moving slowly upward. I kneel on the cushions in front of her, and follow the line of her fingers with my own. She strokes over her pussy and dips one finger inside with a small moan. Fuck, she’s so sexy.
“Molly.” I groan.
She closes her eyes and throws her head back as she finger fucks herself. “Do you want me Hugo?” She moans breathily.
“You have no fucking idea.” I mumble.
She pulls her hand away from her pussy and sits up, bringing her face level with mine. “Then taste me.” She says it so innocently, with the face of an angel, and yet…she’s so far from angelic as she traces her finger over my bottom lip. I flick my tongue out and lick her fingertip, tasting the saltiness of her pussy. Her eyes spark as they fix on my lips.
“Not nearly enough.” I grin, grabbing her hips as I wrench her towards me, dragging her down the sofa and making her fall back into the cushions. I flash her a smile and dive between her legs, dragging my tongue over her pussy. She moans long and loud as she grinds her hips up into my face. I will never get enough of the taste of her. She hooks one leg over my shoulder, digging the spiked heel of her shoe into my back, and pulling me closer. I laugh, blowing a stream of air across her clit.
“Demanding.” I mutter. She digs her heel in harder.
“Put your fucking mouth on me.” She tries for commanding, but her voice is so strained that the effect is lost.
I suck her clit into my mouth, and her hands fly into my hair. I love unleashing her like this. She’s just an animal waiting to be uncaged, she always has been.
I lick, suck and nip at her until my lips are covered in her juices, and she’s all but ripping my hair out, and then I go in for the kill, swirling my tongue over her clit and slipping two fingers inside her. She screams my name and her pussy threatens to break my fucking fingers as she comes.
“Fuck!” She gasps, finally releasing her death grip on my hair. My balls feel like they’re about to explode. I grab her other leg, hooking it over my shoulder, and move up her body, plunging my cock inside her. Her legs tense around my neck as she lets out a strangled moan. Her pussy spasms around me, and I struggle not to come instantly. A wicked smile lights her face, as she uses my shoulders to leverage against me and grind into me. Fuck, I’m so fucking deep at this angle, and she feels so fucking good. I sit back and grab her under her hips, keeping her arse off the sofa, and relinquishing her leverage.
“If you think you’re topping from the bottom, think again.” I smirk, picking up the pace and pumping into her. She reaches for the arm of the sofa above her head, clinging to it as I fuck her mercilessly. I pound her like a man possessed, until my balls tighten and tingles shoot down my spine.
“Fuck, Hugo!” She screams. That does it. I come like a fucking train, shouting fuck knows what. I swear my vision blurs, and my head swims like I’ve just drunk an entire bottle of tequila.
I collapse on top of her, resting my head between her tits. Her skin is damp with sweat, and her breathing is laboured. When I can breathe again I sit up. Her eyes are closed, her fingers still gripping the arm of the couch. Her hair is a tangled disarray around her face. I reach out and push a chunk of hair off her cheek. Her eyes flutter open and meet mine.
“That was so good.” She pants.
I smirk. “It’s always so good.” I drop a slow kiss on her lips.
“True.” She breathes.
I pull out of her and sit up. “Right, get dressed, we’re going out.” I tell her.
“Out where?”
“It’s Vegas. Out everywhere.”
She frowns. “If I come back with some god awful tattoo I’m going to kill you. That is one club that I do not wish to be a part of.”
I smile. “You sure you don’t want my name tattooed on your arse? You could just have HUG, and then your hole could be the O.”
She throws her arms down either side of her on the sofa as she sighs. “Wow, just wow.”
She gets up and heads for the bathroom. “Just think about it.” I call after her, laughing.