She fights me, falling back, coughing, sputtering, drizzling cum out of the sides of her mouth. It’s a beautiful fucking sight.
I breathe hard as I manage to put myself away and pull her from under the desk. “Come here.”
“Go away.”
“No.” I pull her up into my arms and kiss her hard,softening as she responds. Soon our tongues are locked in a slow dance that’s all fucking.
And then it melts into gentle strokes. I can’t stop. Neither can she. We’re making out like we’re fifteen.
We’re kissing like the world starts and ends with us.
I could fall for her, I realize in that moment.
She’s not the spoiled girl I thought she was. She’s just someone who’s been deliberately sheltered and controlled.
I help straighten her clothes. “Don’t hate me anymore, Molly.”
“It’s ingrained.” She looks like she wants to cry.
I kiss her again, and then Seamus spears in the doorway. He knocks, clearing his throat like aneejit.
“Seriously?”
“My eyes don’t deserve this,” he says. “Come on, we’re gonna roll.”
I say hi to Pepper, who opens an eye on his perch. “Don’t wake the fucking Zulus,” he says. “And show us your tits, you mangy mama.”
“You don’t want to see my tits, you freaky bird.”
I leave some treats for him, and turn off the light, giving him his room back.
Molly’s holding Clawzilla outside the door. “I think your cat wanted to eat Pepper.”
“No, probably wants to play. Clawzy’s smart. He knows that parrot might be more than he can chew.” I scratch behind the cat’s ears. I look at her. “I need to talk with my brothers. Go to bed, Molly.”
I kissher softly.
“And don’t hate you?”
I did say that to her, and I sigh. “You can do what you fucking want.”
She nods and turns, letting the cat jump down from her arms to the floor.
I’m tired, but what I want is to get whatever my brothers want to meet about over with and go to sleep.
“I fed the animals.”
Well, fuck. Her coppery eyes are huge, her mouth soft and inviting and vulnerable, and my cock gets instantly hard. I want to wrap her in my arms and then fuck her senseless, like the torture blowjob didn’t happen.
I kiss her, and walk her to the sofa, wanting to push her down. Instead, I breathe in her floral scent. “I want to go down on you right now. Fuck…”
“Declan…”
I don’t even think, I slide down to my knees and push up her dress, and kiss my way across her pelvic bone to her clit. She’s so pretty everywhere, and she tastes even better.
Molly’s more than that, though, she’s like…a beacon, my calling. I wish I could tie her up, push her into a chair so I could crawl under a desk and eat her out. Torture her the same way she did me only a little while ago.
I lick her clit, liking how in lieu of ropes or ties or a chair, she’s tied down, anyway. By my body. She holds herself steady, her fingers twisting in my hair as I kiss and nip and suck.
