Page 32 of Working for the Runaway Bride

“Fuck, yes,” I hiss, my hips jerking forward. “Just like that. Now use your tongue.” I guide her closer, the head of my cock brushing against her lips. “Lick me. Get me wet.”

She does, her tongue darting out to taste me. I groan, my grip in her hair tightening as she traces the ridge of my crown, swirling her tongue around the sensitive underside.

“That’s it, baby,” I praise, my voice strained. “Now take just the tip. Suck it. Hard.”

Molly parts her lips, letting me slide in just an inch, her tongue pressing against the underside as she hollowed her cheeks. The taste of me filled her mouth and she moans around me, the vibration makes my cock twitch.

“Fuck—just like that.” My hand guides her head, showing her the rhythm. “Now take more. Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose.”

She does her best, her lips stretching around my girth as she takes me deeper, her hand still stroking the base. My breath comes in sharp gasps, my hips rocking gently, feeding her more of my cock.

“You’re doin’ so good, baby,” I groan, my voice rough. “Look at you—taking me like a fucking pro.” My thumb brushes over her cheek, smearing her lipstick. “Now—” My voice drops. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth. You gonna let me?”

Molly nods as best she can, her eyes watering as I push deeper, my cock hitting the back of her throat. She gags slightly, but I just groan, my hand cradling her head.

I know this is wrong. But everything about it feels so right.

“That’s it, take it,” I encourage, my hips rolling in slow, deep thrusts. “Fuck, your mouth feels amazing. So warm. So tight.”

Molly’s tongue swirls around me as he fucked the back of her throat, her free hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently. My deep, guttural groans fill the air.

“Shit, baby, I’m close,” I warn, my voice tight. “You wanna swallow?”

She hums around my cock, the vibration making me curse.

“Fuck yes.” My thrusts became shorter, more urgent, my cock swelling in her mouth. “Gonna come down that pretty throat. Gonna fill you up.”

And then I am there, my body tenses as I bury myself deep, my cum spilling onto her tongue in hot, thick spurts. Molly swallows around me, her throat working as she takes every last drop.

I pull out with a wet pop, my cock glistening with her saliva. I haul her up against me, my mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that tastes like both of us—dirty, desperate, perfect.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” I pant against her lips, my hands gripping her ass, lifting her. “Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”

I move her against the front counter, my body pressing into hers. My hands find her hips, my grip is firm, possessive. “You ever been with a man who tells you exactly what he wants?”

She shakes her head, her breath coming faster as my mouth hovers just inches from hers.

“Good.” I growl, rough and hungry. “‘Cause I’m gonna teach you.”

Then my lips crash into hers, my tongue pushing past her parted lips with a demand that left no room for hesitation. My kiss bruising, owning. Molly moans into my mouth, her fingers clutching at my shoulders as I lift her onto the counter, her jeans riding down her thighs.

I break the kiss just long enough to yank her blouse open, buttons popping as I expose her lace bra. “Fuck, look at you,” I groan, my calloused thumbs brushing over her nipples. “You got tits are perfect for my hands.” I squeeze, just hard enough to make her gasp, her back arching.

“Grayson—” she whimpers, but I cut her off with another searing kiss, my free hand sliding up her thigh, my fingers finding the damp heat of her panties.

“Shh,” I murmur against her lips. “You’re gonna listen to me, aren’t you? Gonna be a good girl and do exactly what I say?”

Molly nods as my fingers slip beneath the lace, two thick digits pressing into her soaked folds. “Oh god⁠—”

“That’s it,” I groan, my breath hot against her ear as I circle her clit, slow and deliberate. “You’re dripping, baby. All for me.” My fingers slide deeper, stretching her, making her whimper. “You like that? Like when I finger-fuck this pretty pussy?”

“Y-yes,” she gasps, her hips bucking against my hand.

“Good.” I curl my fingers, hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars. “‘Cause you’re gonna like what comes next even more.”

Before she could ask what I meant, I crouch, my hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wide. The cool air and the heat of my breath hit her exposed pussy as I lean in, my tongue dragging up her slit in one long, slow lick.

“Fuck!” Molly cries, her fingers tangling in my dark hair as I do it again, this time focusing on her clit, sucking it between my lips before flicking it with my tongue.