Fuck, this girl.
I pull back just enough, looping one arm under her right leg, then the left, pushing them both up and to the side. My grin widens at her wide-eyed expression, her lips parting in surprise.
“Okay?” I ask, shifting until the head of my cock presses right at her entrance.
“Umm, yes?” She twists slightly, her toes wiggling, and then she quirks a brow. “Do you have a feet fetish?”
“No.” I let out a low chuckle, unable to stop myself from leaning down and pressing a kiss to the freckles scattered across her thigh. She shivers, and I grin. “But I’ve been dreaming of doing this.”
“Okay, sure. No further questions,” she murmurs, eyelids fluttering shut as her head falls back against the couch.
“Ready,Pahe?”
“Yes.”
I thrust, slow but deep, the new angle making us both gasp. Her tightness wraps around me, the heat and friction sending a wave of pleasure through my body.
Beautiful. Perfect.
I settle into a slow rhythm, gritting my teeth as she clenches around me, her body responding to every movement.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I grunt, my voice raw, teasing us both with the deliberate pace.
“Josh, please… Josh….”
Her voice breaks, pleading, and I drop a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit. I circle it once, twice, three times?—
Molly groans, her body tightening, and then she shatters beneath me. Her orgasm hits hard, her walls clenching around me as her cries fill the room.
“Thank fuck,” I mutter, fighting to keep control, to draw this out just a little longer.
I keep my pace steady, each glide slow but intense, drawing out her pleasure, letting her ride the high. Once more, twice, three?—
“Molly,” I grunt, her name spilling from my lips as I finally let myself go, emptying into her, my body tense as the pleasure crashes over me.
We slow together, panting in the aftermath, our bodies still tangled, her legs draped over my arms.
“Wow,” she whispers, her hand reaching up to cup my cheek, her thumb brushing lightly against my skin. “I mean?—”
“Yooo-hooo!”
We freeze.
Eyes locked in mutual horror as the voice grows closer.
“Josh? Molly? Are you?—”
Behind us, the door rattles, someone turning the knob.
“Stop!”
“Don’t!”
I glance over my shoulder just as the door swings open, and there she is—Bess, my fucking sister-in-law-to-be, standing in the doorway, her hands flying to her mouth, her eyes wide.
“Oh.” Her voice is small, her gaze darting between us. “Josh…?”
“Ahlemna,get out,” I bark, twisting to block Molly from view, my body shielding hers.
