“Grayson-”
“No,” I said, cutting her off. “It’s my turn now, okay?” She nodded. “Though I can’t give you details because it’s not my story to tell, Rowan…well, she went through some stuff when she was in high school. It was a rough time, and while we managed to work through it as a family, I still had a lot of shit haunting me about it.”
“Like what?”
“Like, how could I possibly enjoy calling a woman a filthy whore in bed when someone had mistreated my sister,” I told her. Her silver eyes widened. “I was raised to respect women, and I had taken it violently personal when someone had dared to disrespect Rowan. But here I still was, getting off on…” I smirked. “Well, you know what it is I get off on.”
Molly barked out a sad laugh. “Oh, God, we’re a mess.”
“To say the least,” I agreed, my chest tight.
“Grayson, I’m so sorry I-”
“Shh, baby, it’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. It’s really not,” she argued. “I…I let…I…I can’t even look at you and think there’s any way I’m good enough for you. I-”
My hands tightened around her face. “Hey! No,” I snapped. “You’re the best thing that’s ever fucking happened to me, Molly.”
“How can you say that, knowing…knowing…”
“That you had a foursome?” She nodded dejectedly. “Because I’m the last person to judge someone else for their sexual proclivities,” I told her. “So, you enjoyed being pleasured. Lots of people do. The only thing you did wrong was put your trust into a man with no honor, Molly.”
“But you don’t like sharing,” she blurted, quiet tears cascading down her face. “How does that not disgust you?”
“I’m going to be honest with you, Molly. I will not share you. Ever. With anyone. No matter what the fuck.” There was enough bite in my words, there was no denying the conviction in my voice. “No other man will touch you because you are mine.” I ran my thumb over her bottom lip. “But I don’t blame you for enjoying something I imagine millions of women all over the world wished they were brave enough to experience.” My eyes raced over her face. “This is a case of whether I’m enough for you or not, Molly. Because, baby, you’re more than enough for me. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”
“Grayson…” she whispered, her lower lip trembling.
“I’ll give you anything else, Molly. Everything else, anything that’s in my power to give you, except this one thing.” I shook my head. “I can’t share you. I won’t.”
“I don’t want that,” she denied. “I just…you deserved to know, and…I wanted to see if you could still want me, even knowing how dark my sexual demons go.”
“I’ll always want you, Molly,” I admitted. “I wanted you the morning after the wedding. I’ve wanted you these past six months. But since you left, not asking for my number or a repeat, I chose to respect your decision to keep us a one-night stand. But, Molly, I’ve always wanted you.”
“Really?” she said, and her shy smile was my undoing.
I wiped the tears from her cheeks and smiled back. “Really.”
Her grey eyes didn’t look so trouble anymore, and it was amazing how much relief I felt over that observation. Wanting the woman that you loved-and yes, I was pretty certain I was in love with Molly Cavanaugh-happy was a real, visceral thing.
“I…talked with Lorcan today, and he suggested I go back to talking with a therapist,” she said. “I’m thinking it’s a good idea.”
“Molly, I’ll support whatever you need to do,” I told her.
“It’s not…” She blushed. She actually fucking blushed, and it looked so tempting on her. “It’s not because I’m ashamed of what we…like,” she assured me. “It’s just…if bumping into Sawyer Baker can create such ugliness in me, all these years later, then I need to address that.”
“I think it’s a good idea.” My hands slid from her face to rest on her hips. “I see one twice a year,” I confessed. “Sort of like a bi-annual checkup of sorts.”
Molly didn’t say anything to that. She just leaned forward to rest her head on my shoulder, and my arms went from her hips to around her body. We stayed like that for a while, and I wasn’t sure what she was thinking, but I was thanking my lucky fucking stars that we were going to be okay.
Sharing her wasn’t an option, and it was something we were going to have to discuss in further detail because, while she said she didn’t need it, I didn’t want anything lacking in our sex life. Hell, I didn’t want anything lacking in any aspect of our lives together. I wanted Molly healthy, happy, and satisfied in all things, and that included emotionally, spiritually, and physically along with sexually.
After a nice, quiet while, Molly finally sat up and looked at me. “Can I ask you something?”
“Always.”
She squirmed a little in my lap, and I felt like a shit when my dick started to fill up. “If I really…if I did ever ask for double…I mean, did you mean what you said Monday?”
Yeah, and now my dick was rock hard underneath Molly’s spread legs.
My hands squeezed her hips of their own accord. “About fucking your pussy with a dildo while I slammed into your ass?” I purposely worded it that way because I’ve gone a week without this woman, and my dick was very aware of it. My entire body was aware of it.
Molly nodded. “It won’t bother you, knowing what you know now?”
Using the grip that I had on her hips, I started rubbing my dick, back and forth, between her legs. Leaning forward, so my lips were touching hers, I said, “You still don’t get it, baby.” She moaned. “I love how you’re a slut for me. I love how you let me use your body any damn way I want. If you think I won’t enjoy stretching out both your holes at the same time, while you beg for it, you’re wrong.” I nipped at her bottom lip. “I want to treat you as filthy as you’ll let me, Molly. As long as it’s all just for me, I don’t care what it is.”
“I think I’m addicted to you, Grayson,” she confessed in a dark, tortured whisper. “I think you’ve wrecked me.”
“Music to my fucking ears,” I growled.
Chapter 39
Molly~
It was true; I was addicted to Grayson Lewis. It was probably unhealthy, but what did you do when you found the one person who looked at all your shattered pieces and liked how shattered they were?
Have you ever been with someone you weren’t afraid of? And I didn’t mean in the usual sense of things because you should never be afraid of your partner. I meant be with someone who you weren’t afraid to show your darkest parts to. I meant be with someone who wasn’t going to judge you for any of the things that were wrong with you. The things we hid from the outside world.
Well, looking into the heated blue eyes of Grayson Lewis, I knew that’s what I had with this man, and it was a high that I’d never experienced before.
My hips were moving over the bulge in his pants, and I was ready to let him take me with him to that place I was sure I was never going to recover from.
“Is your pussy wet, Molly?” he asked, his lips just under my chin. “Does it miss my cock?”
My hands latched onto his shoulders as my hips moved. “Yes,” I shamelessly admitted.
“Does it miss my tongue?”
I moaned. “Yes.”
“What does it miss more?” he asked, teasing me mercilessly.
“Grayson…”
“Because I have no problem stuffing your hot little cunt with a fake cock while I lick you dirty, baby.”
My fingers dug into his shoulders. “Oh, God…Grayson…”
“You like that idea, Molly?”
I whimpered, my hips moving faster over his erection. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Grayson-”
“Tell me why,” he demanded. “Tell me what I want to hear, Molly.”
“Be…because I’m a slu-because I’m your slut.”
“Good girl,” he cooed, his lips fi
nally making their way to breasts. Sucking at my nipple over the fabric, his hands slid up under my shirt. “Get rid of this fucking thing.” I quickly pulled the t-shirt up and over my head, and I was bare for him from the waist up.
“Oh, God,” I mewled as his hips lifted to work me through our clothes. Throwing my head back, I move my body over his.
“Molly, look at me.” When I did, he said, “I want you over my lap. Your ass up for me, baby.”
Like the slut I loved being for him, I jumped off his lap and pulled my pajamas down along with my underwear. Completely naked, I crawled over his lap and presented my ass to him as if I were getting ready for a spanking. “Like this?”
“Perfect,” he hummed, and then I felt his hands spreading my ass cheeks apart. Since he’s already seen it all, there was nothing left but to let him play. I felt his thumbs pull my pussy lips apart, and I could feel his hot hiss all over my ass. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“Please, Grayson,” I begged. “Please…”
Then one arm anchored around my lower back, while Grayson slid two fingers in my pussy and one in my ass. It wasn’t the first time he’s done it, but the sensation felt freer this time. Like there weren’t any more ghosts holding me back.
“Tell me how you like this,” he growled. “How many fingers do you need me to use to stretch you out, you filthy slut?”
My lips between my teeth, I could taste blood. “Two,” I moaned.
Grayson’s laugh sounded positively wicked as he complied and slid two fingers in my ass while lodging two others in my pussy. “That’s a good little fucktoy,” he mocked. “Got that pussy dripping down my hand already.”
“Grayson…oh, God…” He started finger fucking me with enough vigor to jostle my body around, and I pushed back to pull his fingers in deeper.
“My cock’s going to slide in so easily,” he murmured. “I just have to decide where I want to fuck you first.”
“Anywhere,” I cried out, already close to falling over the edge.
“That’s a good girl. Cumming for me already.”
I nodded into the couch cushions. “Yes, yes…”
Suddenly, Grayson pulled out of my body, and I was picked up and tossed onto my back. “Not without my tongue on your cunt,” he growled. “Grab your fucking legs.”
I did as he asked, and with my ass practically lifted off the couch, Grayson replaced his fingers back where they’d been, and with two fingers in each sensitive opening, and now with his tongue on my clit, I came almost instantly. “Grayson!”
“Goddamn, you’re the hottest fucking whore I’ve ever seen,” he snarled into my wet flesh, his fingers still riding me through one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.
“Grayson…I…oh, God…” As the intensity ebbed, my body trembled in the aftermath, and I was vaguely aware of Grayson standing up and undressing. I just laid there, limp, a sacrifice to whatever he wanted to do next.
When I could finally focus, Grayson’s lips and chin were shiny with my release, and I knew he wasn’t going to wipe it off. That wasn’t our style. We were dirty, and we fed off each other that way. With each depraved act, we felt safer and safer to be our real selves, and that was such a dangerous feeling, as I knew I’d never feel this free with anyone else.
Grayson Lewis was it for me.
Once he was done undressing, he grabbed my shoulders and lifted me off the couch. Both of us naked, he carried me to the bedroom where he laid me on the bed. Crawling over my body, until I was completely engulfed in everything about him, he stared down at me, every emotion under the sun shining in his stormy blue eyes.
I lost my breath.
“I love you, Molly,” he said, his voice leaving no room for doubt. “You don’t have to say it back, and you don’t have to feel obligated to address what I’ve just told you. I just couldn’t go another second without saying it, baby.” Grayson didn’t give me the chance to respond. His lips came down on mine, my release coating my lips and tongue like I knew it would, and he kissed me like it was going to be our last.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and held on. I let myself believe that he wasn’t too good to be true. I let myself believe those three impactful words. I let myself believe that this was it.
This was everything.
Grayson was everything.
And I did have to say the words back because I felt them, too.
Chapter 40
Grayson~
I loved Molly, and that was all that mattered. The rest of it could wait. Marriage, kids, all that stuff, it could wait until therapy was just a safety net for the both of us. Right now, it was enough for her to just let me love her. However, she was kissing me back like she felt the same way.
Like she loved me, too.
Breaking off the kiss, I made my demands. “Get on my cock, like a good slut, Molly.” Her eyes flared with anticipation, and I rolled us over until Molly was straddled over my lap.
As soon as she came down on my cock, all was right with the world as far as I was concerned. My dick surrounded by her wet heat was enough to make me believe in world peace. For someone who I knew worked that dildo, I knew she had in her dresser drawer, in and out of her pussy on the regular, Molly’s cunt was tight as hell. All last weekend, she had sworn it was because my eight inches were so thick, but I was pretty sure the pleasure was all from her snug channel.
With her hands flat on my chest, her head thrown back, and a bird’s eye view of those sweet tits, Molly started rocking back and forth, taking every inch of my dick. When you could have a woman any damn way you wanted, it was hard to call a favorite position, but watching Molly chase her high was stunning to watch.
My hands on her hips, I showed her who was really in charge, even though she was on top. “Take that dick, baby. Ride that cock like a good whore.”
“Yes,” she hissed, abandoning all reservations of doubt.
With pleasure flowing throughout my body, there wasn’t anything we weren’t going to cover this weekend. Whatever we hadn’t thought to get to last week, we were going to get to them tonight. She said I wrecked her, but she had me corrupted in the best way possible.
“I need you to cum on my cock, Molly,” I told her. “You need to get my dick all nice and wet because it’s going deep in your ass next.” Her entire body shivered, and I felt like a goddamn conquering warrior.
“Grayson, please…gi…give it to me…” she begged. “Fuck me…”
“That’s it,” I panted. “Beg me like a good slut.” Molly shattered around me in a gripping explosion, and it was all I could do not to cum with her, but I couldn’t. I held back because I was nowhere near done with her. “That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock.”
“Grayson…”
Molly collapsed on my chest, her body a trembling mess, but if she thought she was getting a reprieve, she was wrong.
As our hearts beat against each other, I pulled my hips back, sliding out of her convulsing heat, and grabbing her by her hips, I pulled her up a bit, and settling her back in place, I reached down and lined my cock up against her ass.
Molly looked down at me, and it wasn’t a look of indecision on her face. “Grayson…” she moaned.
“Use that ass to ride my cock, baby.” I licked her cheek like an animal. “You know you want to.”
Taking a deep breath, Molly slid backwards, and let gravity help her work my cock up her ass. Slowly and steadily, she rocked back, swallowing me whole, inch by glorious fucking inch. And placing her hands on my chest again, she pushed herself up until she was sitting up, my cock lodged inside her hot, tight ass completely.
“Show me what you got, Molly,” I challenged. “Show me what that ass can do.”
Using my chest for leverage, Molly started bouncing up and down on my cock, and I could feel my eyes rolling towards the back of my head, the pleasure so intense.
Molly rode me for either hours or minutes-I was too wrapped up in her ass to know the diff
erence-and when she started whimpering, ready to cum, I moved one of my hands from her hips to her pussy. “Molly, look at me.” Struggling to open her eyes against the pleasure, she finally managed. “Lift up, baby.” Without asking why, she did as I asked, and when she did, I slid my fingers inside her dripping wet cunt.
“Oh, Jesus…oh, God,” she cried out.
With my cock lodged deep in her ass and two fingers penetrating her pussy, she was full and stretched good. “Ride me,” I commanded. “Ride me like you can’t get enough inside your tight, little fuckholes, Molly. Ride me like you need my cock every fucking day.”
Her body started coming down in hard, desperate surges, and moving my other hand to slide up and wrap around her neck, I choked the fuck out of her as I abused her pussy with my fingers and her ass with my thick cock.
“Grayson, I’m cumming…oh, fuck…oh, Jesus…”
Molly’s body exploded and with enough cream to soak my entire hand, I pulled my fingers from her body and smeared her release all over face. When I shoved my fingers in her mouth, and her tongue snaked around the wet digits, I nearly lost my mind.
I pushed her off me, positioned her on all fours, and slammed back into her used asshole, and fucked her rough and dirty until I shot my cum deep insider her. “Take it, baby. Take that hot load like the dirty fucking slut you are,” I panted.
“Grayson, yes!” she cried out.
My breaths uneven, my fingers digging into her flesh, and my mind going goddamn crazy, I dropped my forehead against the back of her spine. “Fuck, I love you,” I muttered against her skin. “I love you so fucking much, Molly.”
Her body collapsed on the bed, and there was a muffled, faint, but undeniable, “I love you, too,” coming from her lips.
I dropped on the bed beside her and hauled her into my arms. “You’re not just saying that because I just gave you the best orgasm of your life, are you?”
Molly choked out a rough laugh. “It’s not the first orgasm you’ve given me, Grayson,” she pointed out.
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