All In by Molly Bryant Read Free Book Online

Okay, so… a giant, raging hard on. I stroked him gently, rolling the pad of my thumb against the wetness of his precum. I uncontrollably groaned against his chest.
    Without warning, Vice was up and out of the chair, picking me up and carrying me to his bedroom. I watched Skip’s expression as I was draped over Vice’s shoulder. Skip had a smirk on his face, his eyes still on the television. We disappeared down the hallway.
    Vice set me to my feet as we entered his room, he shut the door behind him.
    “Fuck, I want you.” he whispered, grabbing the back of my head, pressing my lips to his. He kissed me hungrily with much need.
    I wanted to take my time and trace every inch of his ink with my fingertips, but not tonight, not now. After four years of no sex, I was starving. I gripped the hem of his black t-shirt and raised it. He quickly threw it off and tossed it to the floor as I unbuttoned his jeans. My hands wrapped around his waist and down his ass. I pushed his jeans and briefs down to his ankles, he kicked them off.
    I took his girth into my hands stroking upwards, bringing more precum to the surface. I continued to stroke him with his own lubrication. He kissed me hard, letting out a growl against my lips as he unbuttoned my jean shorts. I wasted no time dropping them to my ankles and kicking them off while ripping my tank top off, next… my bra.
    I felt a little insecure to the uncertainty of how he would feel about my fake D cup breasts. It Didn’t matter, if he was into me, he would be into the implants, too. His hands traced my ass, across my torso, then up to my breasts. I felt him throb in my hands as he took my nipples in between his fingertips.
    “Holy shit, Harlow,” he seethed. “You’re fucking perfect,”
    No uncertainty there. I smiled against his lips. “Lay down, Vice,”
    His brown eyes stared into mine the entire time he moved, he slowly laid onto his bed and continued to stare at me. Normally one would think it was an embarrassing moment, like you are under the radar. I wasn’t uncomfortable by any means. I could see it in his eyes that he liked what he saw. That made me feel like I was the prettiest woman in the world.
    “Come here, beautiful,” his voice was deep, and husky. He gestured his hands out for me. I wanted to run and pounce on him but controlled the urge, and quickly yet gracefully walked to the bedside without seeming as eager as I truly was.
    I knelt down on the black and blue striped bed, crawling my way to Vice. I straddled his hips, wrapping my arms around his neck. I pressed my lips to his, grinding my core on his hardness. I moaned loudly into his mouth. I felt how wet I already was against him, between my legs sliding back and forth against his hardness with ease. Vice placed his strong hands on my hips, pulling me down upon him harder as I rolled my hips in a circle.
    “You are so incredibly wet,” he growled. “Holy fuck,”
    He quickly released his hands and grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer. I grabbed it from him, opening the gold Magnum package with my teeth. I sat up, rolling the latex over his already wet erection with a slow, patient touch. I looked up at him, Vice’s eyes were closed waiting for my impending heat around him.
    I planted my feet on either side of his hips and slowly lowered myself, the sore skin of my tattoo stretching making me wince just a little, as it lacked Goo. It suddenly went completely unnoticed. I would take care of it after wards.
    I felt the tip of Vice straining at my entrance. I pressed down farther, and farther until I felt him stretch me, filling me up fully. He fit me perfectly.
    “Mmm,” I moaned as I started to work my hips up and down, becoming even wetter for him.
    His hips began to buck faster, meeting my rhythm. I could feel the impending orgasm building deep in my core. He grabbed my hips to still me, pumping from underneath me. My core throbbing with each noise our bodies made as they made contact.
    “You