“I know,” Alex said. “See you soon.”
When we hung up, I sighed in contentment and happiness. I had no earthly clue how I’d managed to find the perfect boyfriend, but I’d done it.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Alex
The harder I worked on educating Molly, the more I felt myself falling deeply in love with her. She was the perfect girl for me – sweet, obedient, and always hot for my touch. When I’d first started fucking Molly, I’d wondered why she hadn’t managed to find someone before me.
But now that we’d been sleeping together for a few weeks, I felt lucky and privileged to have taken her cherry. I wanted to give Molly everything in the world – everything she wanted, anything she could possibly dream of. I lamented the fact that I only pulled in a measly fifty thousand a year. If only I were rich, and I could treat her like a princess and spoil her, give her every whim and every dream and everything she’d ever wanted. I didn’t know very much about her childhood, but I had to guess that it hadn’t been very happy. But when Molly and I got together, I swore that I’d make up for that. I wanted to make her the happiest girl in the world.
That night, as soon as I left the firehouse, I drove straight over to Molly’s apartment. Rebecca wasn’t there – Molly said she was at campus, studying for a test. Molly greeted me with a shy smile.
“Hi,” she said, biting her lip and blushing. I smirked – I kept thinking about the way she’d been moa
ning in my ear only hours earlier, telling me everything dirty and raunchy that she was doing to herself. It had driven me wild – I’d never been with a girl so eager to please.
“Hey there.” I smirked, then leaned in for a kiss. Molly threw her arms around my neck and swooned against my body as I slipped my tongue inside of her mouth, gently sucking on her lower lip. Molly moaned softly. Her frame shivered and she pressed her tits against me. The hunger was obvious – she wanted me just as much as I wanted her, if not more.
“Hi,” Molly said shyly. “How was work?”
I shrugged. “I’m fine,” I said. “How are you?”
Molly frowned. She pulled away from me and walked into the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of water.
“Hey, Alex, want anything?”
“Yeah, I’ll take a beer,” I said, yawning. “I’m exhausted. I feel like I could sleep for days.”
When Molly reappeared, she was blushing. She passed me a beer and lifted the glass of water to her lips, drinking greedily.
“You wanna take a nap?”
“Yeah, definitely,” I said. “But first, come here.” I sat down and patted the couch next to me. “Keep me company,” I added. “Just for a little while.”
Molly sat next to me and curled up close, threading her arm through mine and resting her head on my shoulder. Her sweet, faintly musky scent washed over me and I closed my eyes, breathing in deeply, grateful just to be next to her.
“So, what do you want to talk about?” Molly asked softly. She glanced up at me with her big brown eyes. “Is everything okay?”
I chuckled. Reaching for her hand, I twined my fingers with hers and squeezed. “Everything is fine,” I said. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Molly bit her lip. “Really?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Actually, I don’t think it. I know it.”
Molly flushed and sighed happily, closing her eyes. “I’m falling in love with you, too,” she said quietly. “And I’ve known that for a long time.”
I grinned and kissed the top of her warm, brown head. Molly sighed again and tilted her face upwards, pressing her lips against mine. Her mouth was deliciously cold from the water and I slipped my tongue in her mouth and cradled her face in my hands. Molly moaned softly, crawling closer and pressing her face to mine. She put her hands on my cheeks and sighed into my mouth as our tongues flicked and danced together.
“Mmmn,” Molly purred. “I want you right now, Alex.”
I slipped my hand into her shirt and cradled her tit in my hand, flicking my finger over her erect nipple. Just as I was about to reach for the fly of her jeans, the front door opened and banged closed again.
Molly leapt away from me like a scalded cat. She blushed and trembled as she adjusted her clothes, pulling her shirt right.
Rebecca stood in the doorway, looking confused and unhappy.
“Heya, sis,” I said, winking. “How’s it hanging?”