A Little Bit of Sugar

Chapter 12: Friday - Hunter

Friday Morning – 12 AM

"Baby, you like what you see?" I asked, cocky as fuck because I knew I looked good. All those hours I put in in the ring had its benefits, including sculpted abs and defined muscles in my chest. The women I've been with in the last several years also had liked the combination of my muscles and tattoos but their opinions meant nothing to me. Only Molly's opinion mattered at this point.

From the lusty look she gave me through half closed lids, I knew she loved every single inch of my skin. And if that didn't make me feel like a sex God, I didn't know what will.

"Yes." Molly breathed. I wanted to take my time with her, savoring every second, exploring all parts of her delectable body. I've already committed to sinning so there was no point in holding back. Tonight, I wasn't holding back.

Gripping both sides of her dress, I tugged them down, revealing to me the perky little breasts that made me weak in the knees. The breasts I've fantasized about ever since she strutted into my café. It was the same pair of breasts that made me run a cold fucking shower in the morning with my right hand as my closest buddy.

Her eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights. Go easy on her, Hunter. I warned myself, dipping lower to catch her mouth but she quickly covered her breasts, worry clouding her face.

"Sorry—they're not that big." Molly said, her eyes casted downwards to her lap.

It felt like a heavy weight fell upon my shoulders, crushing me after hearing what she just said. Did she not know how badly I craved at seeing her like this? All wanton, naked, and spread out on my bed. To me, her breasts were my kryptonite. They were perfect in size, soft, and supple. I didn't need melons to turn me on as long as they belonged to her.

"They're perfect..." I cupped her breast, and suckled on a nipple, groaning against her skin. It felt so good to finally have my dreams finally come true. "You're perfect...you're so beautiful."

Hearing my words, she relaxed right underneath me, gaining confidence slowly as I continued to explore her delectable body. My hand soon wandered down to her lace covered panties. I smirked, giving it a quick tug, and complimenting her on how I loved the little bow.

Molly hid her face in her hands, giggling, all sweet and shy. She told me to stop but I loved hearing her giggles. I could hear her laugh the damn time if it meant I was the one who was cracking the jokes. The thin fabric was a joke as I bunched it in my hands and gave it a good tug before it ripped into two pieces in my hand. She gasped, shocked that I actually did what I did.

When my hands moved towards the warm crevice between her thighs, she shut them, stopping me from gaining access. God, she was so innocent in bed. I wondered if she was always like this with all her past lovers. Maybe, she hadn't had much experience yet and that's why her confidence was so low. Determined to make her realize for herself that she was a sexual goddess, I coaxed her to part her thighs for me, reassuring her everything was going to be okay with peppered kisses on her silky skin.

"You're so wet." I growled, a deep sound coming from the back of my throat. The more I felt her juices coat my thick digits, the harder my dick grew. I needed to be inside her but I also needed to have her know her body was mine.

She cried out my name when she hit the peak of pleasure. Not anyone else's. Not just inaudible noises but my fucking name. It felt pretty damn good to know that I was the centre of her world at that point.

"Hunter..." Molly squeaked as I pried her thighs open for me. I loved the sight of her pussy, glistening after an intense orgasm. Controlling my urge to run my tongue down her slit, it was almost painful to adjust myself till I lined up perfectly to her.