“I’m coming!” she screams again, so loudly that I’m sure the entire fucking building can hear her cries of pleasure.
That’s fucking right, baby.
“That’s it, Molly, take that cock like a good girl,” I command, pushing her further into her orgasm with my thrusting, pulsing cock.
Her body shakes and trembles as she convulses, giving herself completely over to her orgasm. I don’t stop my powerful pumping, I keep moving. I’m a man on a mission.
“Wow,” she moans out. She’ coming down from the heat of the climax, but I am still rocking hard inside of her as my hard cock ravages her pussy.
I know I’m going to come soon, I can feel the eruption building. The sensation is like the pull of a magnet, drawing me closer to her.
She spreads her knees further apart, opening herself wider for me, and I continue to stretch her pussy lips with my massive twelve-inch cock.
“I’m going to come all over your sweet juicy tits,” I announce.
In an instant, I pull out of her and flip her onto her back again as my hot load erupts, burning her skin with pleasure. She takes my warm cum as I splash it all over her and rubs it on her nipples.
I groan out as my body shakes from the climax. I shoot what seems like a million gallons of hot, sticky cum all over her, and finally the last drop drips out of the tip of my cock.
I collapse beside Molly, panting and breathing hard, gasping for air.
“That was incredible.” She giggles and runs her hands through my hair.
My arms and legs are numb, and I laugh, coming down from the euphoric sensation that I wish will last forever.
“Amazing,” I say, the only word I can muster to escape my lips. This has to be the best sex I’ve had in a long time.
I know I’m in fucking trouble with this one—Molly is quite the sexual competitor. And I know right now that this won’t be the last time I have to have her.
Good thing my plan includes keeping her around for a while.
10
Owen
I’m not one to brag but...
Ah, fuck, who the hell am I kidding? I fucking live to gloat, you should know that by now.
Molly is sleeping naked, beside me.
That’s right, I’m a winner. I have a gorgeous, blonde beautiful babe sleeping silently and peacefully on my bed.
This is not the first time, and certainly won’t be the fucking last time, I score a hot chick in my bedroom.
Girls always flock to me one way or another. I like to count my charismatic charm as one of the main reasons I can sleep with hot women.
I also have a huge cock and rock-hard abs, which does me tons of favors, too. My dark hair and dark eyes give me that brooding, mysterious look that girls hunt for.
I’m the total fucking package, with a huge package between my legs always ready to go. My libido never ceases, and I’m on fire, having one of the luckiest sexual streaks in the history of Owen fucking Wolfe.
I trace Molly’s sexy yet slender curves with my eyes, even though she’s sound asleep and out cold to the world. That makes her appear even more fragile and gorgeous, and the soft glow the moonlight casts on her skin makes her appear like an angel. We fucked all fucking evening.
If you think I’m falling into the trap of love-struck giddiness, then fuck you. I’m just enjoying a hot girl sleeping in my bed beside me. Don’t get any funny ideas that the tough guy’s going soft because it’s not going to happen…trust me.
A few seconds later, I hear the doorbell ring. It’s finally the room service I ordered like a fucking hour ago. What the fuck are they doing down there? Clearly, it’s moving at a snail pace.
“Good evening, sir,” the bellhop greets me with the tray beside him. He’s wearing the standard traditional red suit with white gloves and a gold-rimmed hat.