Bring the Heat, Margot Radcliffe [best novels to read to improve english .TXT] 📗

the bed and lying down just as he’d done before he’d left to get the box. She stared at him in disbelief as he stretched out, hands propping up his head as he waited for her to straddle him again.

He couldn’t wait to take her from behind, but he was interested in what Molly might do, enjoyed pressing her buttons, pushing her into a corner to see how she’d attack the problem. He just plain loved watching her mind work and if that extended to some silly games and harmless power struggles, he was all for it.

“Is this worth proving your point?” she asked, shuffling over until she was kneeling beside him.

In answer, he rolled the condom down his erect length, the contact making him suck in a breath of air.

Molly watched him, eyes hooded—he’d discovered she loved it when he touched his dick. Then a corner of her mouth quirked and his eyes widened as her hand came off her thigh, caressing upward as she found the center of her body, her middle finger disappearing into her folds.

After stroking a few times, he raised an eyebrow at her. He thought about taking the condom off and reciprocating, but instead he angled his body so he had a better view of her core and left his gaze there, riveted on that disappearing finger.

A whimper of pleasure escaped her and the muscles of his abdomen tensed, his whole body wound tight as he sat in witness to one of his favorite fantasies. On some of his lonelier nights, he’d gotten off to memories of her more times than he could count and this was just so insanely much better. The scent of their fucking from last night still lingered in the air and now it was in his nose again, firing up nerve endings and kinky corners of his brain he’d yet to explore with her. There wasn’t a fetish, a position, a time of day or odd place he wouldn’t explore with Molly.

“How many times do I need to say please, Molly, so you’ll sit on me and let me do the work for you?”

Gasping in a breath, Molly fluttered her eyes open, then he watched below again as her hand moved underneath her and she speared two fingers inside herself. The soft suction sound as she carefully pushed them in and out of her had him nearly coming, his hips jerking off the bed as it was.

“Molly,” he growled. “I’m saying please.”

Another whimper as her hips began rolling faster against her own fingers.

He took himself in hand, ready to pull off the condom so he could join her because the rips of pure heat arrowing to his cock could not be denied. Sucking in a breath at the contact, he gritted out, “Molly, I’m begging you, please.”

He saw three fingers disappear inside her and with a growl, he jackknifed up with the intention of pulling her on top of him, but then she opened her eyes, the look in them so hot and molten that he stuttered.

“Please, Molly,” he choked, “I need to come and if I take this condom off we’ll have wasted one of our precious supply for no reason.”

He heard the wet sound of her fingers exiting her body and his hips jerked in response.

“You’re right,” she said, her eyes meeting his as her voice came out an octave lower than normal. “That would be terribly irresponsible of us.”

Oliver reached out and brought her mouth to his as she pushed him back onto the bed, rising over him like a bird of prey, and he was so totally fine with being eaten.

“Recklessly irresponsible,” he confirmed, his hand going back to gripping her ass like he’d done before, more firmly this time because she wasn’t getting away from him again.

Then she stuck one of her fingers into her mouth, slowly licking around it before pulling it out, and he thought he might literally die from unspent orgasm.

With a warning growl, he lifted her up and centered her on his waiting cock, loving her gasp of surprise that turned to a moan of pleasure as she sank down onto him.

She leaned down to catch his mouth, and he tasted her delicious self so he sucked on her tongue, stealing all of that sweet tangy taste for himself. He started to move her on him, reveled in her intake of breath against his lips.

“You went hard last night and I think I overshot when I climbed on you earlier,” she murmured in explanation for driving him nuts. “I was just making sure I was ready for you.”

Then bracing on his chest, she lifted off him and started to move.

But her words pissed him off, too, and he brought a thumb to her clit, loving that she shivered as he did it. “I’ll always make sure you’re ready, Molly,” he gritted out, trying not to be annoyed that she wouldn’t think so. “This is a game. A hot, sexy fucking game I never want to stop, but you being comfortable with everything we do together is always my first goddamn concern.”

“I know,” she breathed. “That’s not what I meant.”

“It sounds like it’s what you meant,” he told her, bucking underneath her, her wetness sliding onto the skin of his abdomen. She was the hottest thing he’d ever encountered and even after an entire night of having her he was still too damn close to going off after such a short period of time.

She shook her head. “No, I was supposed to be doing all the work.”

Oliver grinned, his fingers flexing against the plump mounds of her ass cheeks, guiding her as she rode him.

“Feeling you get wet all over my fingers is never work, Molly,” he said, levering up so they were face-to-face. “That’s a gift I’m always happy to get.”

Then he picked up the rest of her fingers and sucked each one from knuckle to tip, his tongue swirling and tasting every bit of her until Molly was driving