“Be careful sitting there,” I warn her sternly. She nods as she pulls the curtains closed and lowers herself onto the living room carpet instead. It helps my nerves knowing she’s safer where she is now than where she originally set herself up for the show.
“Alright,” I say to no one in particular as I crack my neck and pull my shorts back down. Logistically this should be impossible, but Molly fucks like a five-hundred-dollar whore, so bending and stretching won’t be a problem.
I reach down and begin to tug on my dick to wake it back up as I look down at the bloody hole and glance over at Molls. “You plan on helping?”
She smirks and throws herself against me, swallowing my cock so deeply into her throat that I let out a loud moan. I wasn’t expecting that, and it feels fucking magnificent. Molly moves her head up and down my length, continuously taking my entire shaft into her throat as she goes, and when I’m to the point of wanting to fuck her into oblivion, I give her a gentle shove away and lean into Tobias’ corpse.
It doesn’t feel as weird as I thought it would. Yeah, he’s stopped bleeding, and things are a little dry, but a hole is a hole and Molly seems to be enjoying the show. So much so, that when I lean my head back and continue thrusting my hips into his body, she gets off the floor and comes to stand behind me. She takes little nips of my back before gripping a handful of my hair and turning my face toward her—violently and with purpose, she kisses me.
I let out a gasp as she pulls away from me and begins to nip at my neck, her hands sliding down to my hips, before she disappears behind me again and leans her weight into me. She wants me to fuck him deeper than I am, and I do what my Sweet Molly wants. I put my hands on the top of my favorite chair and move faster and faster until I can feel it—the rush is starting to take over me and Molly knows it too.
“Come on, Daddy,” she whispers hotly into my ear as she nibbles on my earlobe. “Do it.”
“Uhhh…”
It’s over as soon as she commands it. I come so hard inside of him that when I pull back, I’m dripping onto the carpet. I let out a tired laugh as I stagger momentarily on my feet and Molls grins up at me.
“You do love me, don’t you?” she asks, wrapping her arms around me and pressing her body against mine. My dick is still semi-hard and sensitive, so it makes me jump back a bit, but I pull her with me as we both fall back onto the couch.
“You know I do,” I reply, pushing her hair out of her face as she looks down at me, beaming like the proud lover I know she is. “I would do anything for you Molls.”
“I know, Daddy.”
She rests her head on my sweaty chest and sighs happily as I close my eyes again and wonder what Tobias would think if he knew what I had just done to him. He’d probably try to jock up and fight me, but he doesn’t know just how crazy love can be.
But I showed him—even though he couldn’t see it, I fucking showed him.
And I’ll show my Sweet Molly too.
The Birthday Request
Molly
Pike always tries to make me happy. Each day with him is new, different, and exciting. For a long time, I’ve let him be my Daddy. When he’s near me, I don’t need to think about anything, because he looks after me.
I’ve been broken for as long as I can remember. My mind doesn’t work right, but it’s okay because Pike told me I was a special girl. His special girl. Sweet Molls. The nickname he gave me is forever branded on me now, the script writing on my hip where he can see it when he goes down on me. He told me I’m his. He’ll never let anything bad happen to me, but I wonder what would happen if someone hurts Pike. If something happens to him, I’ll be alone and that scares me. So, I don’t think about that stuff.
My parents would tell me every day how fucked up I am. How broken and stupid I am. It was only Pike who stood up for me, who took me from the house when they were drunk, and he’d keep me company.
I suppose, even though we shouldn’t be together like we are, we can’t help it. Love is love. No matter who your heart belongs to. When you find someone that accepts even your most broken parts, and loves you anyway, hold onto them. That’s what I’ve done. I hold onto Pike like a lifeline.