“Seriously? I’m the coach now?”
I’ve got her knees spread, her zipper down, then the waistband of her pants shimmied so they’re down by her ankles and she’s in the skimpiest fucking pair of white lace panties. There’s a burn deep and low inside of me and the closest feeling I have to describe it… I’m hungry. Goddamn insatiable suddenly, brought to new life with a craving that borders on starvation.
I run my thumb over where her slit should be beneath the panties, a new flame of desire licking through me as she shivers and my thumb comes back damp.
“I’ve been thinking about this sweet pussy all day,” I murmur.
Molly’s chest is heaving as she looks down at me. Slowly,slowly,she reaches down and pulls her panties aside for me, giving me the full view of her spread lips.
“Fingers first.” Her voice is hardly a whisper, and racked with nervousness. She’s not used to being in charge, not used to sitting in the driver’s seat. Still, with the way she squirms in anticipation of my touch, glistening all the while, I can tell she’s excited to give it a go.
I do as I’m told, sliding my middle finger between my lips to coat it in spit. Molly’s breath audibly catches as I reach out and slip the digit into her, stroking up.
“Another,” she chokes out. I look up just in time to see her back arching and eyes closing.
My dick pounds in response, suffering by the magnetism it feels with Molly spread open this way. I follow her instructions again, sliding my index finger in to join my middle one.
“Christ,” I gasp. “You stretch so well for me. I wish you could see those pretty pink lips at work. Such a tiny girl with such a tiny cunt, but my big fingers are in all the way to the fucking knuckles.”
To emphasize my point, I scoop deeper into her, practically lifting Molly off the desk as I stroke. Her eyes have clamped more tightly shut, and her mouth is a perfect O.
And then her hands reach around to the back of my head, fingers twisting in my dark hair.Shit.
“Eat it for me, Gray,” she pants. “God, please.”
As soon as I feel the pressure of her touch to guide me, I dive in. My tongue finds the swell of her bud, and I lavish it with attention, praying that my mouth can communicate my praise without words.
Molly’s knees lock around my neck, squeezing me in tighter. I’m buried in her cunt now, every breath I take infused with her honey.
“Goodgirl,” I groan.
Right as Molly starts to tell me to lick inside, I beat her to it by sliding down and lapping my tongue along her pooled desire. She shrieks, those knees locking even tighter around the back of my head.
Lord, she’s pulsing around my working tongue. I can feel her getting closer to her edge, holding back for as long as she can. I flick my tongue faster in response, and manage to work my hand back between us so I can flick her clit as I play with her.
That’s what does it. She screams in frustration, fingers locking around my hair so tightly it brings tears to my eyes.
“Let me taste it,” I beg her, speaking the words directly against her wet pussy. “God, Molly, please. You’re so fucking sweet and perfect…”
Her hips buck. And then there’s an explosion on my tongue.
There’s so damnmuchof it. She’s flooding my mouth with her squirting orgasm, so much that the silky liquid is dribbling out of the corners of my lips and dotting her desk. I ride her through it, hands gripping her ass cheeks impossibly tight to keep her to my lips as she fills me up.
My girl is a squirter. There’s a new ache in my cock at the thought, wondering if I can get her to go off the next time I thrust inside of her.
The next time…
My nose is still pressed to her clit, tongue still at work as Molly comes down from her high. But my mind is slipping away.
There it is again. That reminder of the future, of what could be here in Little Haven.
This was only ever supposed to be a temporary stop. It was only ever supposed to be a time to regroup, to keep my head down and stay out of the limelight before I got my job back.
But now I’m in so damn deep. I’m engrossed in the possibilities ofnexttime,nextscrew, even justnextkiss,nexttime I might see her in the inn’s lobby.
My chest tightens, and I’m suddenly finding it hard to breathe… and not just because I’m still face-deep between Molly’s legs.
What do you want, Gray? What do you see coming out of this stopover?