Page 104 of He Should Be Mine

Molly sinks down to all fours, facing me with the dildo stuck on the floor between us. He lowers his head, sticking his wonderful lace-covered ass up and out.

His tongue pokes out, and he starts lapping at the dildo. Running his tongue all over it. Making it shine with his spit.

My breath is jagged. Stuttering and far too fast. I’m lightheaded and dizzy and I do not want it to stop. Ever. I could stand here and watch Molly for the next decade. It is the only sustenance I need.

His tongue glides along the surface. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Broad wide strokes. Each lick heats my body even more. I am an inferno.

Molly’s head lifts. He is kneeling now. He rolls the panties off his hips. They roll down his thighs, all the way to his knees. He wriggles out of them. My eyes slide back up and find his hard cock.

I try to swallow, but coordinating the muscles in my throat is completely beyond me.

Molly widens his stance, spreading his knees. He reaches between his legs and eases out a butt plug.

I blink. How long has he been wearing that for? Did he already have it in when I presented him with the dildo? Heat coils deep in my belly. He is such a naughty boy.

Molly crawls forward on his knees. He positions himself over the dildo. One slender, pale hand reaches down and holds the silicone steady.

Then he lowers. And lowers. And lowers some more. The replica of my cock disappears into his body. Molly’s head falls back. He sinks all the way down. He pauses and shudders.

My cock is pressing painfully against my fly. My cigarette has burned down and burned out. It is a dead and useless thing between my fingers. A cylinder of gray ash.

Molly moves. He rides. He lifts up and down. The fake cock appears and disappears. I can’t really see from here, but my imagination is painting the dildo with glistening spit and lube.

His hands run over his chest. They glide up to his hair. His jaw loosens and his mouth falls open. I can’t hear a thing, but I can conjure up the noises he is making. My mind is more than happy to fill the silence.

Just as he is imagining that it is me who is filling him, not a fake.

I drink in the sight. It is far more incredible than all of my fantasies. I cannot wait to make it real. One day soon, Molly is going to bounce on my real cock. He is going to ride and cry out my name.

Then I’m going to flip him over and fuck him some more. I’m going to fuck him until his limbs are all jelly and his throat is hoarse from screaming his pleasure. I’m going to rail him until he passes out in bliss.

Molly picks up his pace, but the rhythm is all gone. He is jerky now. Uncoordinated. Frantic. Messy.

I watch in reverent awe as he cums. His cock spurts. Untouched. Just from the model of my cock sliding in and out of his ass.

His body writhes. His back arches. An echo of his cry reaches me through the thick glass.

Then he slumps. His head drops forward, chin nearly resting on his chest. His lungs are heaving. His thighs are trembling. He looks wrecked, and it is speaking to every dark part of my soul.

Sweat drips from my brow. I wipe it away. Fuck. That was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.

I need to kill Riccardo, and I need to do it soon. Because I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.

Chapter twenty-nine

Molly

It is one of those mornings where coffee isn’t going to cut it. I need a shot of caffeine injected directly into my veins. Then I might feel semi-human.

I have no idea why this morning is hitting me so hard. Rick didn’t visit last night. Nothing exciting happened. I didn’t even stay up late.

I curled up on the sofa with Dario, and we watched Netflix. Sadly, with no chill. Netflix and no chill. It is a tragedy.

But I did get to give him his own private show the day before. That was something. Ever since my little performance, Dario has looked at me with a new fire in his eyes.

A fire that burns into me and makes my heart race. I never thought love would be this intense. I thought the million pop songs about it were exaggerating. Turns out they were underplaying it. Vastly.

Dario is my oxygen. I would die for him.