Chapter 8

Richard -Molly’s pov

“You should go to bed now. I’d join Jason” I snap as I fasten my walkout of his room.

“Do you really have to leave now stunner?” he tightens his hands around my waist and pulls me to himself, while gazing deep into my soul.

“Richard, I think you're drunk, let's keep this for some other day” I stutter, trying to convince him, but I get distracted again by his stare.

He isn't paying attention to me, he's earnestly lost in lust. He stares like he wants me consumed as soon as he can.

“I don't know how many times you've been called a goddess, take it from me, you're magnificent. Your body is densely stimulating and pleasant. No one could ignore”.. He says, staring directly at my lips.

I can feel my legs quivering, and my whole body trembling.

This is so beautiful.

“I haven't been stared at with so much love”.

At this point, I find myself lifting my hand to his face, relaxing it on his beard.

Richard brings me closer to himself, and I feel chills sending signals over my body.

“You smell heavenly,” I confess, inhaling his body.

In the midst of the whole passionate atmosphere, fortunately, he drops me off the settee, strides into me and without my permission, his lips collide with me steamily.

I begin to drip off sweat in the cold but I can't stop him. Because this is so much care. I have always yearned for.

Richard starts aggressively, breathing heavily, like he's being chased by a cheetah, he begins to strip off.

I can't help but stare into this majestic feature, which is chosen to worship my body in a few minutes.

“I can't stop him now”

I wonder what I should do at this point, watch him, or disrobe myself too.

My breath fastens as I lay my eyes on his naked feature. Huge, dominating and unbelievably sculpted. My thighs clench, my lips widened in numbness. Richard is alarmingly huge. All I can do is just stare.

I watch him as he goes down to his knees, again, my heart fastens. He bows to my feet and begins to kiss them.

“Richard, this is too much for me to handle. I don't have control over this urge” I moan loudly with drips glowing down my thighs.

Richard ignores me and begins to roll his tongue upper, he keeps coming. All I keep feeling is the warmth and gentleness of it crawling in my thighs and dragging my undies till it's torn and continues firing with his tongue, till he gets to my couchie and eats the hell out of me.

“Oh Richard, this is super pleasing, I beg of you don't stop, eat around this cunt” I scream as I place a hand on his head and the other on the couch squeezing it strongly.

At this point, I didn't think about anything else other than please, “I can't miss this because of Jason”

His mouth leaves me shaking, my body still trembling from the magic vented by him.

Richard raises his head firmly, his eyes burning with the appetite that hasn't even been satisfied yet.

“I can't stop now, I desperately need to be inside you.” he moaned in pure thirst, still breathing hungrily.

Then I feel him. Solid, heaving, pushing inside me. Before I can say a word, he begins to strike forward, digging himself into me in a chasmal smack.

“Richard, fuck.. don't stop please..” I moan, pleading in a shaky voice in an intense pounding. He buries his face in my chest, while we listen to the wet sounds alarming beneath us.

He keeps breathing hard, making deep eye contact while digging in and out like a dog in heat. I have never been so satisfied

“Fuck..” he moans loudly as he falls to the bed in obvious weakness. And in no time, he falls asleep.

I lay there, with a smile on my face, and dialogue going through my mind.

“Such a sweet pretty boy” I whisper with a broad smile while he's fastened asleep. I get dressed up, try putting myself together, my mind beating fast though a part of me is satisfied. One thing is certain, I did not feel regret.

It's an impulsive one-night stand

Madeline and Molly's pov

I step out of the room at 3 a.m. The atmosphere is cold, yet pleasing, I can't stop thinking about the best moment I had just encountered.

“Jason must have been looking for me, I will just tell him anything”

I am contemplating using the elevator or using the longer option which is the stairs. But I'm too weak for that.

“ I need to rest”

I decide to use the elevator, which is the easier option, at this point, I have started thinking about what to tell Jason because I literally disappeared from the dance floor.

I stepped onto the balcony and stumbled upon a highly elegant woman, who carries herself with so much command. She's standing sipping from a glass of wine, maybe enjoying the night view I guess. She's Jason's mom. My “mother-in-law.”

She turns almost as she hears me approaching. For a moment it feels like she's there waiting for me.

“Molly Molly Molly, I waited for this hour,” she says wearing a mischievous smile that interprets deceit.

“What do you think you offer to qualify into the cross family, no gold insight, your attire screams rock-bottom, though we stand miles apart, I smell that junky cologne of yours” she says rolling her eyes over me attempting to make me insecure, while I just stand here and watch her display.

I remember how she bullied and abused my daughter and me all for class and enormity.

This time, I'm not giving in to her bullying and maltreatment. I'm here for her too!.

I gaze at her for minutes and watch her speak. I understand her tricks already, she expects me to shiver in fear and be startled. But I acted the opposite which made her off balance