The Perfect Holiday

“Good,” I said. I grinned. “That was exactly what I was hoping for.”

Molly stood there awkwardly. She was breathing hard and her skin was damp and flushed. I wanted to grab her and pull her into my arms, to bite the pale skin of her neck until she cried out with pleasure and pain.

“Um…want a beer, or something?” Molly put her hands together and nervously twined her fingers. “Or juice? Or water? Or um, a snack? I was going to make something,” she said.

Licking my lips, I stepped closer and smirked. “Well, as a matter of fact, I would like a snack,” I said softly.

“Oh, okay! Um, we have frozen pizza…and frozen pizza rolls…and frozen chicken tende—“

Before Molly could continue her nervous ramblings, I took her wrists and pulled her close. She clamped her lips together and looked up at me, her big eyes wide with surprise.

“I meant what I said when I was here before,” I said quietly, gazing down at the quivering woman before me. “I want to fuck you, Molly.”

Molly swallowed and stammered, her lips moving as a stream of nonsense came bubbling out of her mouth.

“Shush,” I said, holding my finger to my lips. “Do you want me to fuck you, Molly?”

Molly blinked and nodded, swallowing again. She ran a pink tongue over her lips and the sight made me feel weak in the knees with desire. Lowering my face to hers, I kissed her deeply. Molly moaned in my mouth. Just as last time, she melted against my body, her giant tits pressing into my muscular chest.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, shoving my pelvis against hers. Pulling away, I nudged her head to the side and nibbled on the hot lobe of her ear.

“That’s my cock, Molly,” I whispered. “And it wants you.”

Molly trembled and quivered and shook. I felt her hot mouth on my neck and I suppressed a groan, clutching her even more tightly.

Molly stepped back, her hand still in mine. She made sensual eyes at me, then backed down the hallway. I followed behind, eagerly anticipating the moment when my cock could slide right inside her glistening, wet pussy.

Molly led me into her bedroom. She didn’t break eye contact as she sat on the bed, staring at me. Waiting for me to take her, to make her mine.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you,” I growled. Crossing my arms over my body, I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side. When Molly saw my sculpted abdomen, she gasped.

“Like what you see?” I raised an eyebrow and shook my head. “Oh, Molly, Molly, Molly. I’m going to teach you everything, you know that?”

Molly only squeaked in response. With a growl, I launched myself on the bed and crawled on top of her quivering body. Taking her wrists in my hands, I pinned her arms over her head and nuzzled her neck before biting her gently and licking a long wet stripe down her pale flesh.

Molly moaned and shook beneath me. When I kissed her and slipped my tongue into her mouth, Molly moaned. She sucked and licked at my tongue and lower lip – obviously inexperienced, but somehow, her inexperience just turned me on even more. I’m going to turn this girl into my little toy, I thought as I bit her lip. I’m going to train her to please me, just like a woman should.

I kept hold of Molly’s wrists with one hand as I slipped my other hand between our bodies and rubbed her big belly. Molly shifted and groaned, spreading her legs. My hand slipped lower and lower. A musky fragrance filled the room.

“I love the smell of your pussy,” I whispered as I broke the kiss. Molly only moaned in response. She was clad in the same skimpy shorts and thin shirt as she had been before, and my fingers yanked the cotton of her shorts to the side, stroking the wet crotch of her panties.

Molly went wild. She started bucking and thrashing, rubbing herself against my body as I gently stroked and rubbed the spot where I knew her clit was getting hard.

“That’s your clit,” I whispered. “Do you know that? That’s what’s going to make you come for me.”

Molly bit her lip and flushed. She closed her eyes as my rubbing grew more intense, moaning and rubbing her crotch against my hand. My cock was throbbing with lust and my balls ached as I pleasured her. Bracing myself, I got to my knees and fumbled with the belt of my buckle. Molly pulled my jeans down. Her pudgy hands were hot and sweaty.

“I want you to touch my cock,” I said. Taking one of Molly’s hands in mine, I guided it to my bulging erection and pressed gently. “Stroke up and down.” With Molly’s hot hand still in mind, I mimicked jacking off. It felt so good that a rush of pleasure shot through my body and I arched my back and growled.

“That’s how you please a man,” I groaned, pushing Molly’s hand away and yanking my boxers down. My cock sprang free and Molly’s eyes went wide. I smirked. This was far from the first time I’d ever experienced such a reaction from a woman, but no less satisfying.

I took the hem of Molly’s shirt and pulled it up, exposing her pale belly. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her pale, heavy tits were capped with bright pink nipples. I lowered my head to her tits and wrapped my lips around one of her nipples, sucking and biting and licking.

Molly went wild. She tangled her hands in my hair and yanked, arching her back and moaning with delicious pleasure. She spread her legs and rolled her hips, humping the air as if she couldn’t wait for my cock. With my other hand, I pinched and rolled her other nipple until they were both as hard as pebbles. Molly was gasping and bucking wildly. She was covered with sweat as she moved beneath me.

Pulling my mouth away, I looked at her. I locked eyes with Molly as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down her legs. She was wearing white granny panties and the crotch was soaked with the juices of her pussy. I grinned and gently rubbed her crotch again, making lazy, slow circles around her engorged clit.

“You like that,” I growled.