Page 49 of Sleepless Nights and Hockey Fights

“Fuck, Molly,” I moan, eyes squeezing shut to try to tamp the urge to unleash on her.

“Don’t hold back. Please, Bobby,” she whimpers.

“Ah fuck.” I release the hold I had on myself and thrust hard and fast into her, watching the way her ass jiggles with each movement.

The slap of my flesh hitting hers is loud and glorious, and makes me want to slam into her harder. Her moans have turned to cries and for a split second I worry I’m being too hard. Molly takes that second to push her hips back onto my dick like she needs more, right fucking now. So I give it to her, over and overagain until her body flattens into the bed with a loud, boneless cry and she’s pulsing around my cock. I grip her hips and take what I need to get there, spilling into her and collapsing on top of her yet again.

After a few hours of pillow talk that makes my cheeks hurt from smiling so much, we eventually fall asleep, but something wakes me up several times in the night. Each time, I use the opportunity to fuck her again since she seems to be awake too. Around four in the morning, she begs me to make it stop after she comes long and hard, nearly bent in half and her toes hitting the headboard.

She’s not in the bed when I wake up the next morning, which is disappointing. I had plans for her to ride my face so I could look up at her spectacular boobs.

I slip on a pair of pajama pants I found in her second drawer. They’re a bit tight and have dancing chickens on them, but I’m pretty sure my underwear is out in the living room so this will have to do.

I find Molly in the kitchen, a silky blue robe tied around her waist and her back to me as the coffee pot burbles on the counter. There’s a knock at the door that ruins my surprise of sneaking up behind her. Molly nearly jumps out of her robe at the knock and then sees me, jumping again. Her gaze instantly falls to the ridiculous outline of my dick in these chicken pants. I shrug. But she has bigger troubles because her front door is opening, and a woman’s voice is calling.

“Knock, knock, anyone home?”

Molly rushes past me, but I snag her arm and pull her back, sneaking a quick kiss on her lips. “Good morning, baby.”

Her entire face goes up in flames. “M-morning.”

I release her and she hustles to intercept a dark-skinned woman with twinkling eyes under a head wrap. But the woman sees me before Molly can make herself a human screen, hermouth dropping open as she gives me a full-body once over. Maybe I should cover up, but then again, Molly invited me over. It’s this woman who’s interrupting our morning together.

“Well, I guess that’s my answer about how last night’s date went, huh?” The woman’s face lights up and I instantly like her. “I’m Ramona, Molly’s BBF.”

I walk over and stick out my hand to shake hers. “Did you mean BFF?”

Ramona flashes a brilliant white smile. “Nope. I’m her best bitch forever. BFF is kind of basic, don’t you think?”

I take my hand back and wrap my arm around Molly’s waist, tugging her into my side. She lands with a soft grunt and wrings her hands in front of her waist. “Best bitch has a better ring to it,” I agree. “Did you want to join us for some coffee?”

Ramona instantly agrees. I look down to see Molly giving her a deadly glare. “It’s okay for Ramona to join us, right, fluffernutter?”

Molly’s elbow jabs me in the gut the same time Ramona barks out a belly laugh. “Oh my god, I love it. Please tell me she has a nickname for you too.”

“Actually, I need to get to work, so you better take that coffee to go, Ramona.” Molly finally finds her voice. Ramona and I just share a look and head for the coffee pot.

“She likes to call me Mister Whiskers,” I share as Ramona pours a cup and hands it to me black.

Molly interrupts. “No, I don’t. That was a joke.”

I shrug and take a sip. Ramona dumps several spoonfuls of sugar into her cup. “I call her baby and Sparkle too, but she hasn’t called me anything cutesy. Although, when she calls me Robert, that also does it for me.”

Ramona is looking back and forth between us like seeing us together has made her entire week. “Oh, I bet. Molly can do a really good teacher voice.”

“Yes!” I snap my fingers. “I’ve heard it and it’s...” I waggle my eyebrows.

Ramona points to the tight pants I’m wearing. “Oh, we’re all too aware of how much you like it, believe me. Not that I’m complaining.”

Molly drops her flaming face into her hand. “Don’t you have a practice to get to,Robert?”

I put my mug down and stand right in front of her, cupping her face to make her look at me. “See, there you go again, using that tone, baby.” Her hands drop to my chest and the problem with the pants gets worse. I place a kiss on her lips, making her eyes go wide. “I do have practice to get to, but can I get a re-do on our date? Since we never made it out of the house?”

Ramona gasps behind me, but my focus is on Molly. Her skin feels like the face of the sun in my hands. I release her to wrap my arms around her waist and draw her into me one last time. “Please. I’ll be a perfect gentleman. Except if you wear a pencil skirt. Then I don’t think I can be held accountable for my actions.”

Molly huffs, but nods. “I’d like a date with you.”

I’m grinning ear to ear. I kiss her again, lingering a little longer this time. I just can’t help myself around this woman. “Okay, I’ll call you when I get out of practice.”

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