Page 77 of Lust & Lollipops

All the time in the world.

“This was supposed to be about you,” she said, meeting my gaze.

My lips curved upward. “It is. It’s about me watching you climax, repeatedly.”

Her face reddened. “Repeatedly?”

“Of course. I’m just getting started with you, Lollipop.”

I slid my fingers out of her, and her hips rocked, once again sliding my cock against her back entrance. The friction made her suck in a breath. I was slick with both of our releases—and that only made me harder.

“What are you—shit.” She cursed softly, hips arching again as I pressed three fingers against her entrance. Her channel was so fucking tight around me, I nearly climaxed at the feel of it.

“You want my cock. This is how you get ready for it,” I said, sliding them in further.

Her hips rocked again, desperation in her eyes. “That feels so good.”

“I’ll feel better.”

She laughed breathlessly.

I ran my fingertips lightly over her g-spot again, brushing her clit with my thumb, and she detonated.

Her jaw was clenched, her body bucking against mine as she moved. The motions were so violent that our shelter creaked a few times—and she froze as she came down from the climax, realizing the noise she’d made.

Her eyes were wide.

Her channel was tightening again.

I sucked on her neck in the same place to darken my hickey.

The group shelter creaked too, and I heard Kyle mumble something in his sleep.

A moment later, silence descended again.

“We should stop,” Molly murmured, catching her breath again.

“Should we?” I removed my hand and added a fourth finger before I started pushing into her again.

Her head tilted back against me. “You’re going to kill me.”

“No, Lolli. I’m going to make sure you learn what it’s like to live.” I filled her with my fingers and sucked her throat as I worked her clit again, slower but harder.

She squeezed my fingers and cock with her pleasure, crying out against my hand as she lost control once more.

“We have to be done,” she moaned softly. “I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”

“Good.” I started to pull my hand free, to give her time to recover, but she caught my wrist before I could.

Her eyes met mine. “Don’t move. I’m not ready for you to move yet.”

My lips curved upward. “Good.” I kissed her nose, and she couldn’t fight her own soft smile.

When she relaxed against me, I relaxed too.

Finally, she was mine.

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