Free Mollify by Xavier Neal Page A

what typically comes next. “If it’s a piece of you, I’m gonna love it.”
    “But Dean, I don’t...” her voice drops down to a plea. “Can you just...” the confusion and desperation is tearing me in different directions.
    Unsure of what she wants, but hopeful that I’m right, I slip my hand underneath her underwear brushing a finger against her clit, a moan escaping her mouth.
    “Relax,” I whisper and her legs fall loosely apart.
    Easing a finger inside of her gets me another a sharp moan and loss of breath, this time from the both of us.
    If she feels this fucking good, just imagine how delicious she must fucking taste.
    Her muscles clench around my finger in a way I’m more than familiar with. Curious, but trying to hide my pride, I bump my lips next to her ear. “Baby, are you close already?”
    “I’m sorry,” she whimpers in return. “I’ve....I’ve never...”
    “Come before?” the words drop another moan out of her mouth at the same time her body starts trembling, as if the word alone caused the action. Helplessly she cries out again and again as my finger continues to gently thrust inside her riding the wave with her. One hand goes to grip my shirt for leverage as I feel another wave increasing in intensity. After slipping in another finger to join the one already inside, my attention on her clit escalates in efforts, the combination receiving me verbal praise that has never sounded so fucking sweet. The pressure building up in my dick makes me want to stop fucking around and bury myself inside her, but the way her body is responding tells me something her lips probably never would. She’s never been touched like this.
    I.E. My cock has to fucking wait. I may like to be balls deep in pussy but I’m a gentleman too.
    “I think I’m gonna...” her sweet voice tries to say, the hand that was gripping my shirt now wandering lower, hovering on top of my hard on.
    Taking my window, I lightly lick her earlobe to distract the pleasure of her hand on my cock. “Gonna what?”
    “Gonna...” Her hand slightly grips me, the action feeling much more intense than it should.
    “Come again?” Her pussy tries to suck my fingers in further as if afraid they’ll lose the chance to ride the ecstasy wave about to hit. “Come for me baby. Give me what you haven’t given anyone else.”
    “Dean!” She screams surrendering to the delectation coursing through her body to the point I can’t hold back the weeping in my own dick any longer. As Megan continues crumbling at my fingertips, my own cock explodes in its denim prison, the mixture of sights, sounds, shakes added to the squeezing she’s doing of my dick too fucking much.
    I just fucking came in my pants...are you fucking kidding me! That’s never fucking happened before. What the fuck is wrong with me? I really am fucking broken, but I don’t think this is what Legs was referring to.
    Slowly I drag my fingers out of her and out of her panties, the entire time watching the blissful expression on her face.
    Fuck it. Totally worth creaming in my pants for this look.
    The two of us take a moment together to gather our breath.
    “Megan I—”
    “Home!” Dad’s voice yells as the front door shuts.
    “Fuck,” I grumble under my breath as Megan quickly grabs her jeans and wiggles back into them.
    Not like I can just stand and walk her out or anything.
    “I should go,” she whispers.
    My hand tries to wipe away the shame on my face. “I can’t walk you out.”
    “Why not?”
    Embarrassed but more afraid of looking like a dick, I lift the blanket up to show the answer. A hand flies over her mouth as she giggles.
    “Not funny.”
    “Best compliment ever.” She pecks me on the lips and hops up. “Hey Mr. Kellar—”
    “Just Kellar,” he corrects her on a yawn.
    “I was just leaving.” Megan motions her hand towards the door.
    “You sure?” I watch him drops his keys on the bar. “You don’t have to run off on my account. I’ll