Craving Molly (The Aces' Sons 2)

We were on a timeline that she had no idea was ticking down, and I wasn’t going to tell her. I was going to savor it instead.

“You want some dinner? I brought home some steaks,” she said, pulling away a little, but not far enough to stop the fingers she was running through my hair.

“Sounds good,” I replied gruffly, sliding my hand down her back until I held her ass in my palm.

“You hungry, Rebel?” she asked, leaning down to kiss Reb’s cheek when the baby ignored her.

I’d noticed Rebel did that a lot, ignoring the people around her. Sometimes she was right there with you, but other times it was like you weren’t even in the room. She was just off in her own universe, completely unconcerned with what was happening around her.

“You’re a pain in the ass, kid,” I mumbled into her hair as Molly went to the other side of the kitchen and pulled out a pan. Rebel ran her fingers through the stuffed cat’s fur over and over again, like I hadn’t even spoken. “But I love you, anyway.”

She glanced up at me briefly, then went back to the cat’s fur.

* * *

“One more time,” I said, trying to catch my breath as Molly panted beneath me.

“I can’t,” she argued, her sweaty hair sticking to the sides of her face. “Enough.”

“Yeah, you can.” I slid out of her, making her wince, and rolled her until the top half of her body was pressed face down on the bed and her hips were twisted to the side. I couldn’t get enough of her. We’d been going at it for hours, and every time we caught our breath, I was dying to be inside her again. She’d sucked me off the last time, probably just so her pussy could get a break, but it had backfired when she’d gotten so worked up that she’d practically climbed me when she was done.

“Gentle,” she yelped as I slid back inside her, bracing myself on one hand while I used the other to push her knee to her chest. “I’m so sore.”

“Too sore?” I asked as I slowly pulled back out.

“No,” she moaned, the word drawn out until I pressed inside again.

I paused as I caught her grimace, pulling back out even as she reached for me.

“Too sore,” I said softly as I leaned down to kiss her thigh.

“It’s okay.”

“This’ll be better.” The cool air of the room against my sweaty skin made me shudder, but I didn’t pause as I ran my tongue down her thigh, admiring the red spots I’d left earlier in the night. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d given a chick a hickey, but when she’d been sitting on my face as she’d sucked me off, I hadn’t been able to stop myself. I wanted to tattoo my name on her ass so any fucker that got close enough knew she belonged to me.

Mostly because she wouldn’t belong to me for much longer.

“So gorgeous,” I murmured against her skin when I finally reached the soft, dark pink skin of her pussy. The longer we messed around, the redder her skin got, especially if she came more than once. She’d come so many times that night, her clit was red, like a fucking bullseye hiding in her short blonde pubic hair.

“Will,” she mumbled, her hands finding the back of my head as I gently nudged her clit with my tongue. We’d stopped using condoms since Molly was on the pill, and I loved that she tasted like both of us now. Smelled like both of us.

“Shh,” I whispered as I slid one finger inside her, still smoothing my tongue over her clit in soft strokes. She was swollen around my finger, and I wasn’t sure how I’d fit my dick in her just a few minutes before.

“More,” she gasped, rolling her hips against my hand and mouth. “Please, Will.”

I sucked her clit into my mouth, pinching my lips around it as I licked back and forth, and just like that, she was coming. So fucking wet.

I needed just one more time.

Even though I knew it was going to sting, I jerked up off the bed and wrapped her legs around me, shoving inside in one thrust.

“Fuck!” she hissed, her nails digging into my chest. “Yes.”

Sweat dripped down my cheek as I thrust once, twice, and then like a virgin, I was coming so hard it hurt.

“Jesus,” I groaned, falling forward until my face was pressed against the side of her neck.

“Feel better?” she asked, wrapping her arms tightly around my back. I huffed out a laugh and reached down to secure the condom so I could pull out.

“Don’t leave yet,” she murmured drowsily as I moved to get up. “Cuddle me for a minute.”

“Cuddle you?” I asked softly, my lips twitching as she grinned.