"Oh--"… she breathes. "Oh god, that's--"…
I can see it building in her, the tension in her shoulders, the way her thighs start to shake, chasing the feeling.
And then she rises a little, tests the slide, sinks back down with a moan as I watch, transfixed, my hands steadying her hips.
I can't keep still anymore.
"Can't--" I groan, thrusting into her. "Fuck, you feel so good--"
She leans harder into my chest, changing the angle--I go deeper, hit a different spot, and she cries out, her rhythm faltering.
"There--…right there--" she gasps.
Hands on her hips, I guide her into a rhythm--short, deep strokes that keep me buried, hitting that spot with every roll. "Here?" I breathe.
She nods frantically, can't speak, her nails digging into my chest as I fuck her at the same pace, but her hips jerk, erratic, desperate, thighs shaking.
"I can't--…too much--"… she pants but doesn't stop chasing it. She tightens around me.
"You can, baby," I promise, but I can see the fatigue in her. "Come here."
I sit, wrap my arms around her, chest to chest, face to face. Help her move with my hands on her ass, lifting and lowering her, kissing her through it.
She breaks the kiss to bury her face in my neck.
"Please--Grey--,I need--"
I drive into her harder, the angle and depth enough--
She comes with my name on her lips, her body locking, squeezing, clamping down on me so tight, I'm blinded, hanging onto her, holding her through it. Kissing her. Whispering, "That's my girl, so good, so perfect."
She's still coming, milking me--I'm barely hanging on. Every nerve is on fire, pressure building at the base of my spine, my balls drawn tight, aching.
"Molly--baby--I can't--"
She's come down enough to look at me, sees me, says, "Please--I need to feel you come--"
That's all I can take. I twist, flipping us over, driving into her, just a few desperate thrusts and I'm gone--groaning her name, broken and raw, violent and overwhelming, a guttural noise on its heels. The pleasure is sharp, rocketing through me, my vision whiting out, every muscle clenching and releasing in waves, cock pulsing, throbbing, emptying endlessly. I curl into her, flooded with relief, filled with so much love, my chest feels like a bomb went off. I am destroyed, unable to move, my limbs heavy and useless. My cock throbs, and she flutters around me. I don't want to separate. I want to stay here forever.
My ragged breath finally slows, and my lips find her neck, pressing soft, lazy kisses between incoherent mumblings. I need to see her face, lift my heavy head.
Her hair is wild and tangled from my hands, lips swollen from my kisses, eyes bright and clear and full of so much love, it strikes a deep ache in me. She looks at me like I gave her the world, but she's got it wrong. It's always been her.
And I'm never letting her go.
She reaches up, cups my face like I'm something precious. I lean into her touch, close my eyes. Let her hold me like this.
When I open them again, she's smiling, soft and knowing.
I press my forehead to hers, breathe her in, feel her breathe with me. Her fingers trace my jaw, down my neck, come to rest over my heart where it's still hammering. I cover her hand with mine, press it flat against my chest, wanting her to know the beat of my heart is hers, forever.
And when she kisses me, I know she does.
CHAPTER 62
WOLF DADDY
MOLLY
