Scorched(33)

Humming as she bobbed her head faster, Molly could taste his excitement on her tongue. With every swirl of her tongue and pass of her lips, she could feel Devil losing control. His grip on her head was desperate, not quite painful, but by no means gentle. His chest heaved with exertion and his eyes were glued to her lips stretched around his dick.

“Finger yourself, Molly. I know you’re wet, baby. Let me see you touch your pussy. Show me how soaked you are for me,” Devil demanded, his voice jagged in his passion. “Now,” he added with gruff impatience when she took too long to comply with his demand. “Show me what’s mine.”

Releasing his straining cock with a wet pop of her lips, Molly tried to catch her breath as she slowly opened her thighs, pulling her short nightie up to her hips so that he could see the effect his dirty demands had on her.

“Fuck, yeah, baby. You know what I love to see,” Devil’s pleased voice groaned as he watched her slide one delicate hand between her milky thighs to play with the barely-there damp curls covering her swollen pussy. “That’s it, sweetheart. Play with your little clit for me while you suck my cock,” he encouraged her, sliding a hand under the bodice of her nightgown to play with one of her engorged nipples. Tugging it sharply, he grinned as he pulled a needy whimper from his wife’s mouth. “C’mon, baby. Give me what I want.”

Molly felt helpless to deny him – mostly because his pleasure was hers. And neither of them had tasted that ecstasy in sooo very long. Dipping her head, she licked his shaft from tip to root, slowly drawing her tongue along the thick veins that ran along his length as she slowly flicked her clit back and forth.

“Slide two fingers in that pretty cunt, baby. Fill yourself up for me,” Devil rasped, feeding her parted lips several inches of his cock. “There you go,” he crooned as her fingers slowly disappeared into her pussy only to reappear a moment later slick and shiny with her juices while he tugged and pulled at her distended nipples. “Fuck, that’s sexy,” he breathed, watching as she pumped those digits back into her cunt, setting a slow, sensual rhythm as her sweet little mouth surrounded his cock and suckled as though his dick was her favorite treat in the world.

Molly relished every rough grunt and groan she heard her husband make as she continued to slide her mouth up and down his thick shaft and slid her fingers in and out of her pussy, pausing every so often to circle them around her throbbing clit. She could feel both of them dancing closer and closer toward a mutual release. Her pussy quickened around her fingers as he surged deeper into her mouth, his cock lengthening and swelling, letting her know in no uncertain terms that soon he’d be filling her mouth with his creamy essence. Excitement flooded her system, and she pulled her fingers free of her greedy pussy, circling them around her clit and pushing her body closer to orgasm. “Fuck, Molly,” she heard Devil gasp as a tremor ran through his body. Lifting her eyes to his, she knew by his dilated pupils that he was skating very close to the edge himself.

Releasing his cock from her mouth long enough to smile wantonly, she whispered, “I want you to come in my mouth, Devil. Fill me up, honey.”

“Fuck, yes!” Devil responded, pushing his dick back into her mouth as a heavy knock fell against their bedroom door. “Ignore it,” he hissed, tightening his hand in Molly’s hair as her rhythm faltered.

They both groaned as the knocking grew louder and more insistent.

“Molly, chica! I need you, mi amiga,” Mannie’s plaintive voice cried. “I can’t sleep and I can’t find any sleeping pills. Tell me Sami left me one,” he begged.

Molly winced as she heard Devil’s low whimper of pain as she quickly released him from her mouth and rose to her feet. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, shooting her husband an apologetic look. “I swear, I’ll make this up to you,” she promised as she belted her robe as Mannie knocked yet again. “Mannie, I’ll be there in a second,” she called over her shoulder before facing her husband again.

Hanging his head, Devil felt a shudder run through him as he stared down at his deflating dick. “I knew I should have had Grant sedate him with a horse tranquilizer,” he muttered, bending and snatching his towel off the floor. Rewrapping it around his waist, he lifted his eyes to meet Molly’s teary gaze. “Baby, don’t you dare cry,” he ordered sternly, lifting his hands to cradle her distressed face. “I know this isn’t your fault. I’m just frustrated. I’ll live.”

“I want you, too,” Molly whispered, biting her lip as her throat tightened. “So much. Maybe I could….”