“Yes!” she hisses.
“Then you will come for me. Just like this.”
She whines without words, rocks her hips. Poor girl is going out of her mind right now, can’t hold still.
Which is the idea.
I pinch her nipples as I kiss her, this time savoring that desperation in her moans. She’s primed and ready, and all I have to do is move a few inches to slide in. Too bad that’s not my goal.
When her body goes tight, and her breath hitches and runs, I know I’ve almost hit it. Her lips go dark pink. They’re crushed and bruised from our kisses, and now they’re gasping hot breaths up at me.
One more stroke. Two. And then?—
“Fuck!” she squeals as she comes, her poor hungry pussy, empty.
Until I thrust straight in. She screams from the sensation as I fuck her into the couch while she’s coming. Her hot body milks my length, eyes rolling back as she crests and falls and crests again. Those hard nipples of hers call to me, and I answer that call with my teeth. Her screams echo on the walls as she comes yet again, her nails biting into my shoulders.
Fallen angel, indeed.
“Please!” she gasps.
“Please what, pet?” I snarl against her tits. “Please stop?”
“No! Can’t breathe?—”
“But you don’t want me to stop?
That gets a vigorous shake of her head, now half-buried in the cushioned arm of my couch.
“I won’t stop.” Instead, I pull her with me until I’m sitting up and she’s on my lap. My hands lock on her hips, forcing her to ride my cock. Up and down, back and forth.
Her body is limp against my shoulder, those heavenly moans falling directly into my ear. That pussy keeps squeezing me, pulling me to the edge with her. But I want another one out of her, so I bring her against me harder so her clit rubs against my pubic bone.
Turns out, she has a growl all her own.
Abruptly, she starts to sit up on my cock, her nails digging for purchase in my shoulders. Once balanced, she lets me take over again, so I can bounce her on my length. This way, I get an eyefulof her magnificent tits, and it’s almost enough to make me come, but that doesn’t do it.
No. Not until she stares into my eyes as she comes again. The shock on her pretty face does it. That curl of her lips that tells me she’s too far gone to stop. The clench of her pussy on my cock, and I’m gone, erupting deep inside of her sweet body.
In the aftermath, I’m hazy. It’s not… that’s not how it feels normally. Hazy and content and hungry, all at the same time.
I pull her to me. Need that wet mouth on mine.
Need her.
5
MOLLY
The ceiling is familiar.
That’s the first thing I register. The water-stained patch above my bed, the one that vaguely resembles a duck if you tilt your head left. I’ve stared at it through insomnia and hangovers and the occasional bout of three a.m. existential dread. It has never once judged me.
It feels like it’s judging me now.
I become aware of myself in increments. The fluffy duvet pulled up to my chin. The morning light pressing through curtains that I didn’t bother to close properly when I stumbled in last night. The fact that I’m wearing yesterday’s dress, the one I threw back on backward when I left Pavel’s office, catching my own reflection in the mirrored doors and barely recognizing the flushed, wild-eyed woman looking back at me.
Oh no.
