by Maren Lee
“Wow, Molly. You really went all out, didn’t ya?” Wesson laughed and looked at her, a twinkle in his eye.
“For the record, we are never having a threesome.” No way.
“For the record, I never want to have one,” Wesson replied. “It’s hard enough to make one woman sing. How on earth would I have time for two?”
Molly smacked Wesson. “That’s why you don’t want to have one?”
Wesson chuckled. “No, baby. Never want anyone else between us. It’s too good, just the two of us. Another person would just be bored because I’d never take my hands or eyes or lips off of you.”
“Much better answer, Mister.” She kissed him and then turned her attention back to the television. The other woman had removed her trench coat to reveal a dominatrix outfit. Black, thigh high, pleather boots. Black pleather bra with black fabric criss-crossed all over her torso. She flipped on a mask and pulled a whip out of her purse.
Oh lord.
“Uhhh, Molly?”
“I just grabbed it at the counter! I was too embarrassed to even see what I was grabbing!” Oh good god.
“It might be interesting. You never know. Let’s keep watching.”
Molly didn’t want to leave Wesson hanging, just because the porn was turning out to be a bust. So she reached over to the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down over his cock.
“Whoa, baby.”
She maneuvered herself so that she could put her mouth over his dick and she sucked him into the back of her throat.
She heard a crack on the television. She turned her head a bit and saw the woman wielding the whip and cracking it on the delivery guy’s ass, leaving behind a bright red welt.
Wesson hissed. “Fuck, baby. I gotta close my eyes. Because this is super fuckin’ amazing, but what is on the TV just looks painful as fuck.”
Molly giggled with his cock in her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled out.
Wesson groaned as she continued to bob up and down. She used her right hand to massage his balls, which garnered her another moan, deep in the back of Wesson’s throat. “Fuckkkkk,” he hissed out. Molly loved that she could pleasure him like this. Doing this for him was making her wet again.
But then Molly heard a scream on the TV and opened her eyes. Wesson stilled, so she was pretty sure he heard it too and had opened his eyes.
Oh no.
The woman was putting the delivery guy’s balls into a vice.
“No. No no no. Oh my God!” Wesson yelled. Yeah. He’s watching. Molly pulled her mouth off of his quickly softening penis and sat up.
“Oh my word. Do people do that?” she asked, completely amazed and disgusted at the same time.
“I don’t know! Oh my God! Where’s the remote. We need to turn this off!”
They looked all over, frantically, eventually finding it kicked under the coffee table. As Molly was trying to mash the buttons to turn off the DVD player, a little person in bondage gear ran onto the screen. It wouldn’t turn off! Jesus!
“Oh my god! There’s a midget in this?” Wesson asked.
“They’re called little people, Wesson!” Molly corrected, loudly, still frantically trying to turn it off. Probably not the right time to make him politically correct, Molly.
“What the fuck is this movie called?”
Molly was mortified. She never looked at the title. She was so nervous in the store. She pulled the case out of the cabinet and handed it to him.
“Hard Little Fuckers? Oh Molly.” Wesson’s entire body began shaking with laughter.
Mortified.
Morti. Fied.
Molly was M-O-R-T-I-F-I-E-D.
“Oh my god, Wesson. I’m so sorry.”
“Do not apologize. This is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Best sex story ever.”
“Never. Never tell this story to anyone,” she demanded.
“It’s so fuckin’ funny, I want to call Smitty and Jake right now,” he said as he took his phone out.
“No! Oh my god! No!” Molly pleaded with him.
“I’m kidding, babe. But seriously. After the day I had today. This is the best. Completely in love with you.”
Um. What now? Did he mean to say that out loud?
The look on Molly’s face must have worried Wesson.
“I mean, um. It’s okay if you don’t feel that way. I know it hasn’t been very long. Sorry. It’s just- it’s just where I’ve gone already. Don’t mean to freak you out. Damn it. You don't know when to shut your mouth, do you, Wesson?” He was talking to himself at this point.
Molly still hadn’t managed to stop the movie. So while a little person in bondage gear gave it to the delivery guy in the ass, Wesson was confessing to Molly he was in love with her.
Could this moment be any less perfect? Molly started laughing, which seemed to worry Wesson. She couldn’t contain herself, snorting several times, which would have normally been embarrassing but given the situation it was the least of her worries.
When she opened her eyes, the delivery guy on TV was getting the shit whipped out of him again. Jesus. People get off on this?
She took a deep breath and found the power button, cutting the DVD off, and saving her retinas for future use.
“Oh my hell, Wesson. I’m so sorry.”
“No, honey. Don’t be sorry. Seriously hilarious. But I’m the one who should be sorry. I sprung that love shit on you too soon.”
Molly shook her head. “No. No you didn’t.”
“I didn’t?” he asked, hopeful.
“No. I love you, too, Wess.”
“You do?”
“Yeah,” she smiled at him as he grabbed her up in his arms. He was still fully clothed. She was still naked.
“I love you. Next time we say that, let’s pick less traumatizing porn?” he asked.
Molly giggled. “For sure. Sorry about that.”
“Porn Hub, babe. We’ll just get an account. That way you don’t have to drive to Billings next time you get a hair dryer up your ass.”
Molly smirked at his ‘hair dryer’ comment and then groaned in embarrassment. “I tried. And failed. Can we just eat now? Get back to sexy time later?”
“Sounds perfect. I had an appetizer and then watched a guy’s balls in a vice, so I am definitely ready for dinner.”
Molly laughed again. “Will you ever let me live that down?”
“Nope. I’m gonna tell our kids about that.”
Kids. Whoa.
“You better not even think about it!” she objected, raising her voice.
“Sorry if I jumped the gun again there, too. I don’t even know if you want to have kids.”
“I want kids.”
“Yeah? How many?”
“Two? Maybe three? I was an only child, so I’d like our kids to have a sibling.” Our kids? Holy crap. What is happening tonight?
“Me too, Molly.”
“We’ll have to knock them out one right after the other so that we’re not old parents.”
“Let’s just play it by year right now.”
Molly smiled. “Of course.” Oh my god. Am I seriously talking about having kids with Wesson?
“Want my shirt, Molls?”
She flipped off her heels. “Nope. Just need my apron.” She pulled it back on and re-tied the bow at her ass as she walked to the kitchen.
“Fuck me. How did I just see a guys’ balls in a vice and a midget giving it to him in the ass and I’m suddenly ready to fuck you again?” Wesson asked, though Molly didn’t really think it was a question for her.
“We are eating first this time, big boy.” She pulled the foil off the pan and sprinkled the bright green jalapeños on top. “Get in here and doctor up your own. I don’t know what you like on your enchilada.”
“I like you on my enchilada!” She heard him snickering at his own joke.
Wesson padded into her kitchen barefoot. What is it a
bout a barefoot man that’s so freakin’ sexy? Molly wondered. She handed him a plate and he dished up half of the pan onto it.
“Hungry?” she asked.
“Starving. Today was rushed. Didn’t get a chance to eat lunch.”
“How was the bust? I didn’t get a chance to ask you when you first walked in.”
“Well that’s because I walked in on you with your ass hanging out of this apron.” He grabbed a handful of her right cheek with his free hand. Molly squealed and jumped away. “It went just fine. Got two more in custody. A ton of heroin that was gonna be distributed, no doubt throughout the county. But no leads to help you. I’m kinda pissed. I spent all that time the other day looking for something to help you, and this was a dead end.”
Molly stroked his arm. “It’s okay, Wess. Let’s just hope the fingerprints pan out.” They sat down at the dining room table.
“Yeah. Hopefully tomorrow.”
“Fingers crossed.”
“How was work today for you?” he asked. Molly was loving this normal couple conversation with Wesson.
“It was okay. Adler made me go home. Said I couldn't be at the prison with drug charges pending unless I was willing to do something for him.” She shrugged like it was no big deal.
“Do what for him?”
“I didn't ask for details. But he made it sound sexual, so I told him to go fuck himself and then he kicked me out! It felt awesome to fight for myself like that! Such a creep.”
Wesson turned bright red with anger. Molly could feel the heat rising off of his body. Uh oh.
“That motherfucker!”
“He is definitely a dirtbag and the proposition was out of line for sure, but I don't blame him for kicking me out. Charlie told me he's under heavy scrutiny by the MDOC right now because of the increased drug trafficking. Not sure what that means, but I have a friend in Charlie and he seems to keep his eyes and ears open.”
“As soon as we get you cleared, I'm gonna have words with Adler. And by ‘words’ I mean I'm gonna jack his shit up.”
“Stop. I can take care of myself, Wesson.”
“I know you can, but part of me being your man means I'm not gonna let you take that shit on your own. You're just gonna have to let me take care of you.”
Swoon.
Molly smiled. “Thanks, Wess. I just don't want to lose my contract. I’m afraid I may have already lost it after what I said to him today. I can survive without it. But it's nice to have the extra money.” She sighed.
Wesson nodded and then took a bite of the enchiladas. “Holy shit. this is good. You cook a lot?”
Molly shrugged. “When I have time. I love cooking.”
“I suck at it, but I’d love for you to teach me,” he responded. How sweet is this?
“Well, we’ll just have to cook more together, then.” She smiled.
“Deal,” he said as he shoved another gigantic bite into his mouth. “Seriously,” he said with a full mouth. “You could open a restaurant with this shit, babe.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you like it; it’s my favorite thing to make.”
“Fuckin’ love it. Love you,” he said, his mouth still full of food.
Molly blushed. Would she ever get used to that? Probably. But try not to take it for granted, okay? Never.
“Love you, too.”
What a way to start a night.
➰
After dinner, Wesson and Molly decided to forego any more pornography. He took her to her bedroom, put music on, lit a couple of candles, and undressed her (which was pretty easy, since it was just the apron). Molly returned the favor and took all of his clothes off and then dropped to her knees. She licked his dick from root to tip.
Wesson was in pain. The best pain possible, but it was definitely pain. He couldn’t take another interrupted blow job from Molly. It was definitely get-down-to-business time.
“Get up here,” he ordered. He pulled her to her feet and then pushed her gently back on the bed. He settled in between her thighs and then moved his mouth down between her legs.
“Mmmmmm,” he groaned. She smelled so good. So good. Dream pussy. He licked her from well below the entrance to her hot cunt and up to her clit. She gave him the moan he’d been listening for when he latched onto her clitoris and sucked it into his mouth. The suction seemed to get her.
When she was a quivering, beautiful mess once more, Wesson moved up her body. She still wasn’t into being pinned down, so he left her hands free as he moved his hips in between hers. He ran his hands through her hair and framed her face. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
“I love you,” he said as he pushed inside of her.
“Oh god, Wesson. I love you.”
“I love you so much,” he responded, pushing into her again, harder this time.
Fuck, she was so tight. So wet. So perfect. So made for him.
“You feel so good,” she breathed out as she spread her legs wider and wrapped them around his back, anchoring him to her.
Wesson groaned as he plunged into her heat. “Fuck, so good,” he agreed. He wrapped his arms around her torso, leaned back on his knees and lifted her up onto his quads as he continued to thrust inside of her.
“Holy shit.”
“Yes, fuck. Yes,” he said as he pushed her into her wrought iron headboard for a little more leverage. “Grab hold of the headboard behind you, baby. Up top,” he ordered. It was tall enough - he was pretty sure this would work. She followed his directions. Staying inside of her, he grabbed her behind the knees and lifted her partially off of his cock. He moved a little closer to the headboard to get more leverage.
“Hold tight,” he paused while she adjusted her grip. “Damn you look so pretty, hanging here for me.” He pushed up into her again, hard. Her tits shook from the force. He repeated his thrust. Again and again he pushed into her wet cunt. Her large breasts continued their rhythm, bouncing in time with his movement. It was fuckin’ gorgeous.
“Oh my god, Wesson. Oh shit. I’m gonna come.”
Fuck, he loved making her curse. “Give it to me, honey. Come on my cock.” She gasped and he felt the tell-tale pulsations of her vaginal walls around his dick. “Yes, give me that, baby. Love your pussy. Love you. Love you so damn much I can’t even believe it.”
“I love you, too,” she responded. He groaned as he came inside of her. He planted himself inside of her to the root and stilled. He was still holding her up by the undersides of her knees, so he raised her off of him and gently set her down on the pillows. “Had no clue that was even an option, Wess. Holy crap. That was incredible.” She let go of the headboard and slid down the bed to lay her head down on the pillow. Wesson followed suit. They faced each other, both naked, laying on top of the blankets.
“I’ve got all kinds of tricks up my sleeve, baby. Can’t wait to try everything with you.” He kissed her softly. “So fuckin’ good being inside you,” he said, lowering his voice and kissing her neck.
Molly shivered as he drew lazy circles on the bare skin of her back.
After a few minutes of silence, Molly spoke up. “So everything went good today, despite not clearing my name?” she asked.
“Yup. Not a single problem. It was the easiest drug bust ever. No drama. Jake and Justin did all the work, I just pulled the truck up and put them in jail.”
“How’s Ryan doing with you?”
“He’s good. He’s- oh, fuck. I can’t believe I forgot to tell you this the other day. With all the drama and all the sex, it slipped my mind. Can you keep a secret?”
“Of course I can! Oh my gosh, Wess. You know you can trust me.”
He knew he could, but he just wanted to be sure. Wesson paused. “He and Katie have been fucking each other.”
A look of confusion passed over Molly’s face. “Katie? Jake’s little sister, Katie?”
“That’s the one.” Her eyes went wide.
“Oh my god. Does
Jake know?”
“Nope. And you cannot tell him or we are all going to die.” For. Real.
“No kidding. Jake is protective of her.”
“Yeah. So let’s keep this between us. Ryan swears they broke it off as soon as I caught them.”
“Wait. What? You caught them? How’d that happen?”