I raise a brow. “Are you doubting my abilities to pleasure you?”
“Well, I’ve dated cocky assholes before. Your type is usually a letdown in the sack so…” She shrugs.
Within seconds, I’m kneeling between her legs, opening them wider. I get my first real look at her pussy. And fuck me, I want to devour it. “You will learn that challenging me isn’t going to end well for you. I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop.”
“Pretty words, Giuliani. Now prove it,” she says.
Picking up the belt, I look down at her. “Give me your hands.”
Molly holds her hands together in front of me without hesitation. And I wrap the leather around both wrists, tighten the belt, and then lean over her head to fasten the other end to the wooden slat on the headboard.
“Remember, if you want to stop, say so,” I tell her.
My lips press against hers briefly before I’m kissing my way down her body, stopping at her breasts. I take her left nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on the hard bud. Molly’s back arches off the bed. Little moans fall from her lips. I move my attention to the other breast, showing it just as much attention as the first.
Then I’m kissing my way down her abdomen, stopping at the top of her pelvis. “I’ve never seen a pussy I wanted to devour so fucking badly,” I admit and then I do just that. I lean down. My tongue swipes from the bottom to the top, circling around her clit before repeating the process.
Molly’s moans get louder, her hips jerk against my face, and within minutes, she’s coming against my tongue.
I look up at her with a proud smile. “And you doubted me.”
Molly blinks. “One time is a fluke. Proof is in repeatability.”
I laugh at her logic. Pick up the condoms, tear one open, and cover my cock. “You sure you want this?”
“I want this,” she says.
“Good, because you’re going to be walking with a limp by the time I’m done with you.” I shift my knees to one side, then pick up her hips and flip her over until she’s flat on her stomach.
I guide her to her knees until her beautiful ass, covered in my handprints, is on display for me. Kneeling behind her, I line my cock up with her entrance and slowly push inside her.
“Fuck me,” I grunt as the walls of her pussy suck me in, doing their best to hold my cock hostage. I pull out and shove back in again. She feels fucking amazing, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to come too soon. My thumb presses against her asshole. “You ever been fucked here?”
“No,” Molly says.
“Good,” I tell her. “I like uncharted territory.”
“Alfie…”
“Relax. I’m not going to do it tonight.” I thrust into her again while my thumb teases at the entrance to her ass a little longer.
Molly’s hips push back into me. She’s trying to lead the show from underneath and that’s just not going to work for me. Taking a fistful of her hair in my hand, I pull her neck backwards, arching her spine in a way that stops all of her movements. I continue to fuck her, harder and faster until I feel her pussy convulsing around my cock again and we’re both coming at the same time.
I pull out and roll her over. “Still doubting my abilities?”
“Mmm, I might need to experience that again just to verify.” She smiles, and something in my chest cracks.
Choosing to ignore that feeling, I lean down and fuse my mouth with hers while reaching up and freeing her hands from the confines of the belt.
Chapter Seven
The sound of clinking…somethinghas me jumping up in bed. Someone is in the living room. Alfie left late last night, or this morning. I’m not sure what time it was. I do know I was thoroughly fucked and exhausted. Alfie made me join him in the shower and then, surprisingly, was so sweet and tucked me into bed, pressed a kiss to my forehead, and walked out.
That doesn’t tell me who the hell is in the living room banging shit around.
I get up and grab the hotel robe, tying it tight around my body before opening the door to find a waiter setting up the dining table. “Um, hi,” I stutter out.
“Morning, Miss Olive. I’m almost done and then I’ll be out of your way,” the guy says.
