Playing Hooky (Teach Me Tonight)

Playing Hooky (Teach Me Tonight) by Lily Rede, Jane Gaudet Read Free Book Online

Book: Playing Hooky (Teach Me Tonight) by Lily Rede, Jane Gaudet Read Free Book Online
Authors: Lily Rede, Jane Gaudet
trace his dick from root to
tip, savoring the harsh sound he made.
    Molly
would have normally felt awkward, but her initial anger had made her brave, and
Jack’s acquiescence turned her anger into self-confidence and determination to
give as good as she got.
    “Do
you want to watch me come?” she asked.
    “More
than I want to breathe,” he replied, and his mouth fell open as she peaked, her
head falling back as pleasure coursed through her body.
    “Mmmm…”
she murmured, and tugged her wet fingers from her body.
    She
leaned forward and slid the digits into his mouth and Jack groaned, sucking
them clean. Each little tug of his mouth prolonged the spasms of pleasure, a
direct line to her pussy, and Molly shuddered. She finally pulled her fingers
free and reached for the towel around his waist. His cock sprang free, turgid
and huge, and Molly smiled.
    “So
excited to see me,” she remarked.
    “Molly,
please…”
    She
hadn’t touched him but he was already tense with anticipation, his heavy sac
drawn up tight. Molly slithered down to lounge between his spread legs, fitting
her hand around the pulsing column.
    “You
have one job, Jack Roman,” she said.
    “What’s
that?”
    He
was breathing heavily now, his hips punching up into her grip.
    “Don’t
come.”
    Jack
swore viciously as Molly lowered her mouth to his cock, humming her pleasure as
she swiped her tongue over the damp head. For long minutes she learned his
shape with her lips and tongue and a hint of teeth, and watched Jack lose his
mind with gratifying speed.
    Delightful.
    By
the time she drew the fat crown into the heat of her mouth, he was begging.
    “God,
please – Molly, take more, baby, just a little more – ”
    She
took as much as she could to the back of her throat and stroked the rest with a
tight grip, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm that had him shuddering
underneath her. Power and lust spiraled through her – his taste was addictive,
his heat and strength beneath her pure seduction. She could do this for hours, pulling back when she sensed him losing control, building him up again at
her leisure, except that his arousal fueled her own. If he exploded, he was
going to take her with him.
    Finally,
Molly pulled back completely, observing his slick, swollen flesh with
satisfaction as Jack glared at her, panting, desperate.
    “Such
an obedient cock,” she praised, stroking his balls as he jerked, “You deserve a
reward.”
    Trembling,
she rose over him, fitted his flesh to her throbbing core, and sank down,
taking him to the hilt, just in time as Jack exploded with a roar, his
hands coming down to grab her hips and jerk her down even further,
grinding against her as he filled her, his release triggering her own. She shattered
with pleasure that went on and on before collapsing against his chest.
    “You…you’re…”
Jack couldn’t find the words as he tried to catch his breath.
    Molly
kissed his jaw, lingering to nibble.
    “If
you’re really good,” she whispered, “next time I’ll swallow every drop.”
    Jack
growled and grabbed her, and suddenly Molly found herself on her back.
    “My
turn,” he said.
    Molly
smiled and twined her arms around his neck, looping her legs around his waist
to draw his still-hard cock even deeper.
    “Do
your worst.”
     
    IT
WAS ODD TO wake up wrapped around a warm female form and not immediately start
thinking of ways to escape. Jack tensed for a moment, then remembered his
promise to spend the day with Molly and relaxed. She grumbled sleepily and
snuggled closer, and Jack held her close and stroked her hair as he watched the
sunrise.
    They’d
worn each other out all night, and Jack was surprised to find that he really
wanted nothing more than to lie here tangled up in Molly and doze in the
morning light. When he woke again a few hours later, she was propped up on his
torso, watching him sleep, tracing little patterns into his chest with light
fingers.
    “Morning,”
he murmured, “You

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