There’s a lot of cum for her to get out, but she keeps jerking me off, making sure to get every last drop out of me.
After her face is already dripping with my cum, she directs my cock toward her tits. There’s still quite a lot left. My assumption was right. Dripping with my cum, she becomes the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in the world.
A few minutes later I’m lying in bed. I let Molly have some time in the shower, so she can have some time to clean herself up. And truth be told, I could use a little time to compose myself.
It’s been a while since I’ve felt so exhausted after fucking, but Molly really puts me through the rounds.
After a few minutes, Molly exits. She has a towel wrapped around her head, but the rest of her perfect body is exposed.
She sees my lying on the bed and asks, “Don’t tell me you want to go another time?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed,” I respond.
“You may be ready, but I think I need a little rest.”
“Fair enough.”
Molly lies on the bed next to me. Looking into my eyes, she asks with a teasing grin, “You wouldn’t mind if we just stayed in bed all day, would you? I’m not sure I can keep my eyes open if I have to find my way back home.”
“Sure, of course.” It’s the total fucking truth. I don’t want her to go. I could get used to her in my bed every fucking day. It kind of scares the shit out of me, but not enough for me to make her go.
“And you never know, maybe I’ll want to go for Round 3 in just a bit.”
“It’s always on the table.” She makes herself comfortable. She takes the towel off her head, gets situated under the covers, and falls asleep almost instantly.
I feel happy. And not in an “I just had sex” kind of happy. But a kind that I’ve never experienced before. Where there’s nothing I’d rather be doing than lying here next to her.
The craziest part? I like it. A whole fucking lot. And I don’t know what the fuck to do about it.
19
Owen
My arm is asleep, but I can’t bring myself to pull Molly’s beautiful head off it.
She’s sleeping soundly and contentedly. I move ever so slightly, and she sighs.
I wait a few more seconds, before I finally can’t take it anymore; my arm is throbbing in pain. I carefully place her head down on the pillow next to me and gently roll away, as not to disturb her.
It works, and she remains peacefully asleep.
I leave the bed and walk to the living room, stretching and rubbing my sore arm. I have room service on speed dial because it’s convenient, and let’s face it?I’m not much of a cook.
I know that Molly will probably be hungry when she wakes up. This is the second night in a row she’s spending the night with me, and I can’t help but feel growing attachment for her, even though I still have the club and getting back into it in the back of my mind.
A cheery room service attendant answers the phone. It sounds like Mark, but I can’t be certain, so I don’t call him by name.
Yes, I know most of their names by heart. I’m pathetic. I know it.
“Good morning,” I yawn sleepily. “I need breakfast brought to the forty-ninth floor.”
“Yes, sir,” the man says on the other end. “What can I bring you?”
“Hmm,” I say and contemplate the choices. I pretty much have the menu memorized at this point.
I know Molly will probably want some fresh fruit and oatmeal or something. Chicks always try to eat healthy, but even I can’t resist every now and then. I just make sure I get some good iron pumping sessions in if I eat hefty portions.
I order the fruit and oatmeal for Molly, and I order bacon egg and cheese on a croissant for myself. I promise I’ll work out later, and sex with Molly is always a great way to break a sweat, too.