wet and filled with lust.
She ran her palm up and down his length, swore it jerked
beneath her touch, and turned her head to the side so her lips were by his
scruffy cheek. Stinger turned his head to the side, too, and their lips brushed
ever so slightly. There wasn’t any pressure added, but there didn’t need to be.
Their breathing increased, and she loved the deep sounds that came from him. Her
clit throbbed, tingled, and wetness was a constant flow from her pussy. She
wanted him, but at the same time she knew she should be angry at him for
fighting with Malice. That annoyance rose up, but her lust was far stronger,
and pushed it down.
“You’re upset.” He didn’t phrase it like a question
and kept his lips lightly pressed to hers as he spoke. For some reason not
kissing him, but still being so very close to doing so was more erotic than the
actual act. “You should be.” He continued to curve his fingers around the flesh
of her breasts, teasing her nipple with his palm, and breathing heavily against
her mouth. “But you should also know that I did refrain. I could have easily
taken Malice down, and all it would have taken for me to do that was shift.”
Letting go of her ass and sliding his hand up the middle of her back, he buried
his hand in her hair and grabbed a chunk of it. At first he didn’t do anything
but hold the locks, massaging her scalp, and giving her this sense of comfort.
But then that all changed when he jerked her head back, baring her neck, and
immediately ran his teeth along the arch of her throat. “But I didn’t do that,
Molly, because as much as Malice needed his ass kicked for acting like a fool,
I didn’t want to hurt you further.” He loosened his hold on her hair enough for
her to lower her head and look him in the eyes.
“You’re so full of shit.” She breathed out, so
aroused she was about to combust spontaneously.
He grinned, flashing those white, straight teeth
once more. “Malice is one strong motherfucker, I’m not debating that, but he
isn’t a match against my bear.” He held her gaze. “He likes having control over everything, that much I could smell.”
“Yeah, he’s always been like that.” She didn’t want
to talk about Malice anymore. In fact, she didn’t want to talk period. “I don’t
belong to anyone.” Molly admitted, but only to herself, that she had said that partially
to get a rise out of Stinger. She wanted him primal and dominating.
That smile faded quickly from his face, and he
tightened his hold on her hair again. “That’s where you’re wrong, pretty girl.”
His gaze was unwavering, his expression stone cold. “You are mine , were mine the moment I saw you.
But all of that was cemented when I had my cock inside of your body.” He leaned
in close so they were nose-to-nose, and bared his teeth. His pupils dilated,
and she knew his bear was at the surface. The man she was looking at was a wild
beast at the moment, but she embraced that realization.
“How can you want someone so much that you just
met?” Molly was asking him as much as she was asking herself.
“When there is something in this world that consumes
your mind, makes it had to focus, and has your heart beating faster than it has
ever done before, you fight for it until blood flows and bones break.” Stinger
said that with such determination that she had no choice but to believe him and
accept his words. “And you are that to me, Molly.” He cupped the side of her
face and ran his thumb along her bottom lip. “Does it make sense? Fuck no, but
there are not a lot of things worth fighting for in this world.” And then his
mouth was on hers, and he kissed her like he was starving and she was his last
meal.
When he took her this time it was still primal and
intense, but there was also gentleness to his touches, kisses, and thrusts. He
was showing her without words what he had told her, and Molly accepted it all
and surrendered herself. She just hoped this didn’t
She ran her palm up and down his length, swore it jerked
beneath her touch, and turned her head to the side so her lips were by his
scruffy cheek. Stinger turned his head to the side, too, and their lips brushed
ever so slightly. There wasn’t any pressure added, but there didn’t need to be.
Their breathing increased, and she loved the deep sounds that came from him. Her
clit throbbed, tingled, and wetness was a constant flow from her pussy. She
wanted him, but at the same time she knew she should be angry at him for
fighting with Malice. That annoyance rose up, but her lust was far stronger,
and pushed it down.
“You’re upset.” He didn’t phrase it like a question
and kept his lips lightly pressed to hers as he spoke. For some reason not
kissing him, but still being so very close to doing so was more erotic than the
actual act. “You should be.” He continued to curve his fingers around the flesh
of her breasts, teasing her nipple with his palm, and breathing heavily against
her mouth. “But you should also know that I did refrain. I could have easily
taken Malice down, and all it would have taken for me to do that was shift.”
Letting go of her ass and sliding his hand up the middle of her back, he buried
his hand in her hair and grabbed a chunk of it. At first he didn’t do anything
but hold the locks, massaging her scalp, and giving her this sense of comfort.
But then that all changed when he jerked her head back, baring her neck, and
immediately ran his teeth along the arch of her throat. “But I didn’t do that,
Molly, because as much as Malice needed his ass kicked for acting like a fool,
I didn’t want to hurt you further.” He loosened his hold on her hair enough for
her to lower her head and look him in the eyes.
“You’re so full of shit.” She breathed out, so
aroused she was about to combust spontaneously.
He grinned, flashing those white, straight teeth
once more. “Malice is one strong motherfucker, I’m not debating that, but he
isn’t a match against my bear.” He held her gaze. “He likes having control over everything, that much I could smell.”
“Yeah, he’s always been like that.” She didn’t want
to talk about Malice anymore. In fact, she didn’t want to talk period. “I don’t
belong to anyone.” Molly admitted, but only to herself, that she had said that partially
to get a rise out of Stinger. She wanted him primal and dominating.
That smile faded quickly from his face, and he
tightened his hold on her hair again. “That’s where you’re wrong, pretty girl.”
His gaze was unwavering, his expression stone cold. “You are mine , were mine the moment I saw you.
But all of that was cemented when I had my cock inside of your body.” He leaned
in close so they were nose-to-nose, and bared his teeth. His pupils dilated,
and she knew his bear was at the surface. The man she was looking at was a wild
beast at the moment, but she embraced that realization.
“How can you want someone so much that you just
met?” Molly was asking him as much as she was asking herself.
“When there is something in this world that consumes
your mind, makes it had to focus, and has your heart beating faster than it has
ever done before, you fight for it until blood flows and bones break.” Stinger
said that with such determination that she had no choice but to believe him and
accept his words. “And you are that to me, Molly.” He cupped the side of her
face and ran his thumb along her bottom lip. “Does it make sense? Fuck no, but
there are not a lot of things worth fighting for in this world.” And then his
mouth was on hers, and he kissed her like he was starving and she was his last
meal.
When he took her this time it was still primal and
intense, but there was also gentleness to his touches, kisses, and thrusts. He
was showing her without words what he had told her, and Molly accepted it all
and surrendered herself. She just hoped this didn’t
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