Page 9 of Mr. Not Quite Perfect
“I think we should take this to the bedroom,” he said, growling as he grabbed the last piece of pizza from my hand and devoured it.
“But I’m still hungry,” I lied. “I want some more pi—”
“You can have it in the morning,” he said as he stood with me still in his lap, his arms holding me up.
“What are you doing?” I said, eyes wide as he walked toward the bedroom.
“I’m taking you to my room so I can do what I should have done a long time ago.”
“And what’s that?” I said, staring at him.
“Fucking the living daylights out of you.” He grinned.
I gasped, and he dropped me onto the bed. I watched as he opened the side drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a stack of condoms. He ripped open one of the packets and slid the condom on before returning to the bed and hovering over me. He spread my legs and positioned his cock between them.
I stared up at him with an innocent expression. “And what happens now?” I said.
“You’ll see.” He reached down, and his thumb played with my clit. I cried out as I could feel myself close to coming already. Then he slid into me with one hard thrust, my body loving the feel of him inside me.
“Oh fuck, you’re so tight and so wet.” His fingers played with my breast as he slammed into me hard.
“Still thinking about that pizza?” he murmured. All I could do was shake my head as I gripped the sheets.
He thrust into me faster and faster. My breasts were bouncing up and down. I cried out as he leaned down and started sucking on one of my nipples. I reached up and ran my fingers down his back, and he growled against my lips.
He pulled his cock out of me, and I stared up at him in shock. “Don’t stop,” I said, almost begging.
“I’m not,” he said, laughing before flipping me over and pulling me up on my knees. He got behind me and slid in from behind me.
“I love doggy style,” he said as he thrust into me deep and hard. I cried out as I fell forward slightly. His fingers moved toward my breasts, and he squeezed them as he fucked me deep and hard.
“Oh yeah, you like that, Molly?” he said as he slammed into me harder and harder.
I cried out as I felt myself coming fast and furious. He stilled suddenly before pounding into me two more times, his body shuddering behind me as he came.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. Finally, he pulled out of me. I watched as he slipped the condom off and put it on the nightstand. We fell down to the bed, and he pulled me into his arms and kissed me on the lips.
“That was fucking amazing,” he said. “Now, tell me. Am I the best you’ve ever had?”
“Why do you want to know?” I asked, laughing. “Are you that much of a narcissist that you have to be told that?”
He pressed his lips against mine to stop me from talking. His eyes slitted as he stared down at me. “I just want to know,” he said as he pulled back.
“Well, I want to know if I’m the best you’ve ever had?”
He stared at me for a couple of seconds. “That’s a secret I’m never going to tell.”
“Well, then, same to you.”
“Same to me?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not going to tell you, either. It’s a secret.”
“Okay,” he said, “sure.” He ran his fingers between my legs, and I felt him playing with my clit. I could feel myself getting turned on again.
“But …” he said.
“Yes?” I gasped as he slipped a finger inside me.