“Again,” she demands, and I deliver. Blow after blow until she’s satisfied and her entire ass is reddened, leaving her panting against the bedding.
Dropping the belt, I reach into my pocket for the small baggie of powder I’d been saving to use at the club before I toss the jeans. Be a shame to waste the chance. “Don’t move,” I warn her, “or you’ll spill it.”
I peel the package open and carefully sprinkle a line of white powder over her curvy, reddened ass and bring my nose to it, pushing a nostril shut as I inhale, dragging the powder into my sinuses with a low burn. I stand, pinching my nostrils together as I sniff again, letting the burn drift away with a satisfied exhale.
I pull my fingertip to my tongue to wet it, then drag it over her ass to pick up any loose powder that I missed, and I bring my finger to her mouth. “Open up,” I tell her.
“I don’t do coke,” she says with a shake of her head.
“Yeah, me neither when I’m about to fuck,” I laugh, “I’m not into edging. It’s Molly.”
I made sure to master three words before coming out here:cocaína, how to say the letterM, and ‘palabra segura,’ the only things I really need to have a good time on a vacation.
She considers for a second, ultimately deciding to trust the strange man from the club who just beat her ass raw, and she opens her mouth. I stick my finger inside, rubbing the rest of the powder along her gums, and she lets out a moan at the contact that sends fire pouring into every nerve of my body.
This girl isfun.
I grab onto her thighs and yank her over the edge of the bed before dropping to my knees behind her. I dive in to lick and suck at her pussy, moving the ball of my tongue piercing over her clit, and I fuck her with my tongue until her body shakes, writhing under my touch.
“Holy shit,” she moans into the bedding.
Just as her body tenses, ready to explode, I stand, grabbing onto her hips and I lift her to meet me, pulling heronto my cock. She cries out while I fill her up and she pushes herself further onto me, taking more of me inside until my hips are flush against the cushion of her ass.
“You got a greedy little pussy,” I tease.
Sex on Molly is an otherworldly experience. If I could, it would be the only way I ever fucked anyone. As the high creeps in, it’s like diving into a warm pool of fucking euphoria, and every stroke sends pleasure fast-tracking to every single nerve ending.
She feels incredible, molded to my cock like she was handcrafted to take me, and I could damn near lose it.
I fuck her hard, holding onto her hips until she starts to whimper and squirm against me. Her hands frantically ball into the sheets as orgasm rockets through her, and she makes enough fucking noise to warrant a complaint from the neighboring rooms.
Iloveit.
I bend down to bite her shoulder, giving her a few more hard thrusts as my own climax hits, forcing me to finally pull my dick out of her. Gripping it in my hand, I paint her back white with my cum, letting out a loud groan while I curse under my breath.
When we’ve both come down from our shared high, she heads into the bathroom to clean herself up and I step back into my pants, sliding the belt loosely back into place, leaving the large ram’s head buckle dangling open.
“You know,” she says, her voice hoarse, as she steps out of the bathroom. I’m not sure if she lost it from shouting over the noise of the club or from making so much noise while she got fucked. “I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s Eric.”
Why the fuck would I saythat?No one calls me by my first name anymore; there are people in my life I don’t think even know that Davis isn’t my first name. I haven’t been ‘Eric’ since I was a punk ass kid.
I guess some people would argue that I still am one.
After spending the first twelve years of my life bouncing from foster home to foster home, constantly being returned like an ill-fitting shirt because somehow, people were shocked that a kid growing up in the system had a few issues; when Bill and Martina Davis brought me into their home, I took on their last name as the entire core of my identity. I wasn’t little Eric Doe from nowhere who belonged to no one anymore, I was aDavis.
Whatever. I guess Eric’s what we’re going with.
“Noelle,” she says, offering me her hand. I shake it with a laugh, raising my brows at her.
“Handshake. Interesting.”
She reaches for my discarded shirt and pulls it over her head, letting it swallow her, then turns on her heel. “Well Eric, it was nice meeting you. Maybe I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah,” I tell her. “Maybe.”
TWO
