Yard Sale

“Now, we’re ready for a condom,” he says with a cocky smirk.

It’s going to be a fun night.

Good golly, Miss Mollie. She’s turning out to be more fun than I anticipated. I pegged her as a missionary-only kind of girl who wouldn’t let my tongue anywhere besides her mouth. I’ve never been happier to have been wrong.

Now I see it—that curiosity, that dark side hidden beneath the surface. She’s innocent, that much is clear, but she isn’t a prude. She’s untapped talent. A goddamn needle in a haystack. And tonight, I just happened to be the lucky bastard who found it.

I walk back to my bed, condom in hand, making a mental game plan of where I want to start. I didn’t get near enough time with those puffy nipples that are just barely a shade darker than her olive skin, but I can’t get enough of that pussy. I lick my lips as I climb into bed next to her, about to dip back between those creamy thighs, but she surprises me again by straddling my lap.

Mollie snatches the condom out of my hand and I twirl a lock of her long, brown hair around my finger as she carefully rips the top open with her teeth. She looks at me from beneath dark lashes, and suddenly, I feel like the one who’s being seduced here.

Just to get the upper hand, I tweak her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, and she gives a little yelp. I lean forward to lick away the sting at the same time she reaches between us and starts to roll the condom down my length.

Fuck, her hand feels good on my dick. She works me up and down for a minute before planting her hands on my shoulders and sinking down onto me.

“Goddamn,” I groan at the same time she whimpers, feeling her tight heat swallow me whole. I fight the urge to thrust upward and grip her hips instead while she adjusts to my size. She finds her rhythm soon, and her confidence follows. Mollie rises on her knees, until just the tip is inside her, and then she slams herself back down. I want to close my eyes to think of something else—anything else—to keep from blowing my load, but willingly missing out on this fine ass female learning and exploring and grinding on me, using me for her pleasure, is a sin punishable by death.

Mollie tangles her fingers in my sweaty hair as she moves her hips faster. Her eyes are shut, mouth parted, and I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life. I find myself wishing for half a second that she were local, so we could make this a weekly ritual. Daily, even. Hourly.

Mollie circles her hips and I palm her ass cheeks, keeping her pressed close. Her breathing is ragged, her movements jerky, like she’s about to come again, and that’s when I take over. I practically throw her off me, and when she squeals, I push on her shoulder blades to get my point across. She takes the hint and presses her chest into my sheets and lifts her ass in the air.

“Fuck me, you’re perfect,” I rasp, lining myself up with her entrance before sliding into her. I smooth my palms up and down her back as I start to move inside her. Mollie shudders, and I know she’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

“Rub your pussy,” I instruct, and she obeys instantly.

“Oh God,” she moans, pressing her face into the sheets. I feel her fingers move from her clit to where we’re connected, and she spreads them apart, sliding on either side of my cock.

“Fuck yeah. Keep doing that.”

Timid fingers creep back even further to cup my balls, gently rolling them in her hand, and that’s when I snap. I curl my body over hers, nipping and biting her spine as I rut into her like a fucking animal. Mollie arches her ass against me, taking my punishing thrusts. Pulling back, I watch myself disappearing inside her, her pink heat hugging my cock, unwilling to let go. Her asshole is on display, and I suck on my thumb before bringing it to that little hole, pressing and rubbing, but not penetrating. Half of her face is smashed into the bed, and she gasps as she presses backwards onto my thumb, spreading her legs even wider.

“You like it when I play with your ass?” I ask, my voice ragged.

“Yes,” she breathes, and this time, there’s not a trace of self-consciousness. It’s pure, unadulterated lust that drives us both in this moment. The all-consuming kind of sexual chemistry that doesn’t come along every day.

“Do you want more?”

“Please,” she begs, looking back at me over her shoulder with desperate eyes and puffy lips. That word coming from that mouth is my undoing. I press my thumb inside the tight ring and reach around to rub her clit with the other hand. I’m about to blow, and I’m going to make sure she’s coming with me.

Mollie screams and clenches around me, and I can only assume her limbs gave out from the way she collapses to the bed. I fuck her through her orgasm, gripping her curvy hip with one hand while my thumb continues to work her hole. I feel the familiar tingle in my balls a second before I start to come, long and hard.

Before I’m even finished, my bedroom door opens, and an inebriated Cordell stumbles into my room. Mollie is oblivious, eyes closed, still catching her breath, so I try to discreetly wave him away with a look that says I will fucking kill you in your sleep if you don’t walk away right now. But he doesn’t see my warning, because his eyes are fixed on Mollie’s ass.

“Get the fuck out!” I bark, and both of them jump at the sound of my voice. Mollie yelps and lunges for the blanket, but it’s still stuck underneath us. I cover her body with mine, trying to preserve some modicum of modesty. Cord looks at me like he doesn’t even recognize me. He’s watched me with girls before. He’s probably wondering what makes tonight any different.

“I heard screaming,” he says lamely, with an annoying smirk plastered to his mug.

“We’re fine. Leave. Now.”

Cord shrugs a shoulder before turning to leave.

“Fuck, sorry about that,” I say. I press a kiss to her nipple before lifting myself off her to take care of the condom. Except, when I look down, there is no condom. The fuck? I dig around in the sheet, thinking it must have slipped off after I pulled out, but it’s nowhere to be found.

“What is it?” Mollie asks, her eye

brows tugged together in concern.

“I can’t find the condom.”