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Who the fuck is this jerk, and why is he staring at Molly like she's a piece of meat? She is, but he's got no business looking at her like that.
"That's sick, you're her old man," I tell him with disgust. I'm down with many things, but daddy/daughter incest?
Fuck no.
Maybethat'swhy she's such a whore. She's been fucking her daddy.
"Get out of here!" the piece of shit roars at me, slurring his words.
"Gladly. This area stinks of shit anyway," I reply, my eyes flickering behind him to see if Molly is anywhere to be seen, but she's gone.
I really got to her inviting that Lawson dude here. The look on her face was classic...and when he gets here, I'll make sure I'm as nice as pie. Otherwise, I'll make her life hell, and her prick boyfriend will know all about it.
Reading his texts got me all heated. He's obsessed with her pussy and tits—it's all he talks about. She barely texts him back, but when she does, she's cold and distant. But he calls her hisgirl, and she never corrects him, so what's the fucking story there?
Either way, the photos he sent of her on all fours have gone into my jerk-off bank.
She's fucking hot.
I head back to my car, checking my text messages to see if Cindy got my message.
Of course, she did, and she kindly sent back a photo of her bending over in front of her bedroom mirror.
I have every intention of ruining her tonight. When I pull up to her house an hour later, I'm stunned by the contrast between how people like Molly live and how people like Cindy and I live. Cindy lives in a sprawling mansion two streets down from my house; her parents are never home. The house has one of the best liquor cabinets I've come across, and every house on her street, and maybe our estate, comes with a swimming pool, hot tub, and tennis courts.
Then I think back to Molly's two-up, two-down, rundown house in the middle of the shittiest part of town, and I grimace. Still, Molly is hotter than Cindy, and it's Molly I think of as I pound into Cindy, imagining it's Molly screaming my name, Molly's pussy clenching around my dick as I destroy her.
God, I cum so fucking hard I see stars collapsing onto Cindy, who seems to think she's the reason behind my ecstasy.
"You love fucking me, don't you," she coos, reaching for her vape.
Cindy is hot, but she's not Molly. I stare down at her as she looks at me smugly, and I shake my head.
"I was thinking of someone else."
Her smile cracks, and I throw her a sympathetic look. "Your pussy was great, though."
"Jagger!" She laughs awkwardly like I'm kidding. "That's not funny."
"I know," I respond, pulling on my jacket. "But it's true."
"Who?" Cindy's brown eyes flash, and I hold my hands up in surrender. "Who the fuck would you think about other than me? I'm a fuckingmodel, Jagger!"
I roll my eyes. "So?"
"I'm paid because of my looks!"
"Good for you. I'm out."
I leave slowly, giving her ample opportunity to throw something at me, but she doesn't. She lets out a scream filled with frustration, but that's all. She's probably hoping she's pregnant. Then again, she wouldn't want to ruin her body.
Still, I fucked her bare.I hate condoms.
I imagine fucking Molly bare and almost slam my head into the wall, desperate to get her out of my fucking thoughts.
Why am I still thinking about her?
I drive home, immensely pissed that my plan of fucking Cindy didn't work to get Molly out of my mind. But I've got better things to think about, and Aphrodite and my best friend come to mind. I can't believe they're fucking, not that I give a shit; she could do a lot worse than Kaden. She could have ended up with Wolfe, for fucks sake, and that would've been a fuck up from start to finish. At least I know Kaden is protective and won't let any harm come to her. Wolfe would probably hurt her himself.
