Two in the Afternoon
custom work and not being tied to a studio all day every day. There’s a small space above the coffee shop that could be a great studio at some point. It could be a way to stay afloat in the colder months, I think.”
    Obviously impressed Chris said, “Solid business plan.”
    â€œOf course it is. My sister’s wicked smart.” When Cal tossed an arm casually over the back of her chair and winked at his sister, Molly knew another little piece of her heart had just tumbled into the abyss. Damn him.
    Nearly two hours later Cal finally had Molly to himself again. Lunch with his sister and Chris had been great, but as everyone else had enjoyed a coffee on the patio after their meal Cal had been anxiously counting the minutes until he could politely request the bill and hustle them all to the car.
    He had plans for the rest of their afternoon. The kind of plans he couldn’t reference in front of his sister. He wanted to make the most of what little time they had together. With her busy work week and his imminent departure the following weekend, Cal was feeling the pressure to make every second count.
    When they reached the apartment Cal backed Molly against the door they’d just entered through. Her breath hitched when he pressed against her from hip to chest. Caging her face with both hands he took her mouth gently. Teasing along the crease of her lips, worshipping their perfection.
    When he pulled away she licked her lower lip slowly, seductively. “Cal. Let me taste you.”
    Molly’s words almost brought Cal to his knees. Instead she lowered herself, letting every curve of her body caress his hard edges.
    She waited as he released his erection and then slid his hands into her hair. When she pursed her lips in a perfect bow and kissed the tip he nearly lost his load right then. Molly gave a wicked, pixie-like smile when his cock bumped her lush bottom lip, as if begging for her tongue.
    She was enjoying the control. As much as he was enjoying letting her control him at the moment, he couldn’t release his hold on the back of her head. There was something unbelievably erotic about her hair sliding through his fingers as she moved forward to taste him again. It also gave him a level of control in the situation, to have her under his hands in any way.
    Molly’s mouth wasn’t tentative. She was licking around the head with sure, swift strokes that made his knees want to buckle. She was teasing him and if she didn’t get down to business quickly, he was going to come all over that pretty face before he really felt her mouth.
    She took the tip in her mouth, letting the moment stretch out before running her tongue against the ridge. Watching her swallow his cock was enough to cause his balls to tighten, but the intense sensation from her tongue was enough to have him losing control. Her milky white skin was a stark contrast to his darker skin, adding another layer of eroticism to the moment.
    He was a thick man, and she was a petite woman, and even though she tried to take in more of him, she was only able to accept the first couple of inches. As she struggled to stretch her mouth, she locked eyes with him. She was gripping the base of his erection with both hands and doing her damnedest to please him.
    He was so close he could feel the orgasm gathering as his fingers flexed in her hair. She moaned at the movement, letting her eyes dip closed for a second. Moments before his orgasm broke through, he let his control go. Lightly gripping Molly’s face, he held her in place as he moved into her mouth with short, heavy thrusts.
    He was careful not to hurt her, but he took control as he fucked her mouth, grunting with each forward movement. She relinquished control as quickly as she’d taken it earlier.
    She released her grip on the base of his cock and allowed him freedom to control the situation as he liked. She moved her hands to his ass and squeezed and kneaded there. Cal

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