Molly's Man (Haven, Texas 4)

He scraped his teeth gently over one nipple, and she groaned. It was almost too much. Too intense.

“You’re incredibly sensitive, aren’t you?”

“Yesss,” she hissed out.

“Going to have to ease you into wearing nipple clamps.”

Yeah, she wasn’t so sure about that. But she wasn’t going to protest right now. Not with him teasing and playing with her nipples. Not with the way her body was heating and gearing up for another orgasm. Usually after she came once she was done for the night. But there was no way her body was stopping at just one tonight.

“Press them together.”

She whimpered as he brought both of her nipples into his warm, wet mouth, sucking strongly.

“Oh hell, oh hell,” she muttered to herself.

He ran his hands back up her thighs, spreading her pussy lips. “Lean back. Place your hands on my knees to steady yourself. I want to look at your pussy.”

Head reeling with anticipation and nerves, she leaned back.

“Further,” he directed. “I want to see all of you. Now look at that plump pussy. Damn, maybe I should have kept the lights on high.”

She was damn glad he hadn’t. But she didn’t say that. He’d probably take it as her disparaging her body. But there was no need to show him everything at once.

He ran a finger over her lower lips. “So wet and warm. Do you need my cock inside you, kitten? Do you want to feel me pressing into you inch by inch, taking you, stretching you?”

“Is the grass fucking green?”

He paused then chuckled. “You are definitely one of a kind.”

“Not everyone likes that,” she told him, tensing as she remembered Richard often despairing of the fact she never made enough of an effort to fit in. To be normal.

Fuck normal. Normal

was overrated. This wasn’t considered normal and this was amazing.

So fuck normal and fuck Richard. Well, actually, the last thing she wanted was to fuck his sad ass. She’d heard he’d found some pretty little accountant to settle down with. She wished him a very boring, normal life. Huh, she wondered if that came in a card?

Dear Dick, wishing you a boring, normal life. Your kinky, former girlfriend.

Jeez, if there wasn’t a card like that there really should be.

“Not everyone eats ketchup on their fries either. People can be weird and stupid and ignorant.”

She shook her head, smiling at him. “Not everyone likes ketchup on their fries? Really?”

“I know it’s hard to believe. Some people actually like mayonnaise.” He whispered it as though it were a dirty secret. She laughed as she knew he’d meant her to.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those mayonnaise loving fry eaters?” He gave her a horrified look.

“I’m a ketchup girl. Scout’s honor.” She held up two fingers.

“That’s the peace sign,” he told her.

“That’s because I was never a scout. They kicked me out.”

“You got kicked out of scouts?”

“Uh-huh. Apparently, I didn’t follow the rules.”