2 - Screams
Pretty, if you can still make any sounds, then I haven’t done my best work. - Molly
The one rule that the three roommates had in the shared apartment was that there were no ‘one nightstands’ in the apartment. Mary worked in the emergency room and saw the bad side of them all the time. Yet, when the SUV pulled up to the apartment with the bikers following them, she didn’t say anything.
They escorted Mary and Allison inside with Lottie and Misti being carried into their apartment across the way. Once they were certain that the girls were settled, most of the men left. The only one that stayed was Molly.
As they passed Mary in the hall, she handed Rebecca a box of condoms. Rebecca was not a virgin, but she was not overly experienced either. Mary never saw her leave with a guy, never saw her get pulled under a spell, never saw her let her guard down. But with this tall man with a woman’s name, her young friend was doing it all.
Rebecca smiled with nervous excitement in her eyes as she closed the door to her room. Her friend simply smiled and watched the door close. Turning, the younger woman faced the large man in her room.
“I don’t… I’ve never…” Rebecca sighed in embarrassment.
Molly stepped towards her and cupped her cheeks in his large hands and gently tipped her face up to his. “Are you a virgin?”
“No.”
He leaned in and gently nibbled on her lips. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No.” she sighed into his mouth, dropping the now forgotten box of condoms as her hands moved to his chest.
“Me neither.” He admitted. “But we don’t have to do anything.”
“But you…” grabbing his wrists, she looked up at in confusion. “You bought me drinks and came back here.”
“And I would love to bury my face between your legs and feast on that pussy all night long.” He admitted with more kisses on her neck. “Tell me how far you want to go. I’ll stop when you tell me to.”
“Are you sure?” she arched into his touch as he guided her hands to his hair.
“I am so damn sure, pretty.” The large biker replied as his hands moved to the bow on the side of the pink halter top. “Are you sure, pretty?”
It was simple and it shouldn’t have such an effect on her, but every time that Molly called her pretty, Rebecca blushed. And hoped that he would call her pretty, again. Blushing, she bit her bottom lip and nodded.
“I’m sure.”
“Thank God.” He muttered as his lips moved back to hers.
The long ties on her halter top were wrapped around her waist before being artfully tied. Large strong fingers easily undid the bow and tugged the ties free. As they fell from her waist, the button at the back of the collar was undone. The pink material slid to the floor between them.
“So fucking beautiful.” Strong hands lifted her up and his mouth latched onto her tit. A soft moan escaped her throat as her legs wrapped around his waist. “Wall or bed?”
“What?” she asked confused.
“Do you want me to fuck you against the wall? Or on the bed first?”
It was a fantasy come true. “The wall.”
“Hell yeah.”
Her back was pressed into the wall next to the door and her panties were pulled to the side. A thick finger slipped inside her folds causing her to gasp as they both moved. His finger pumped in and out as her hips rocked against his hand.
“Molly…” Rebecca breathed out.
“I’m here, pretty.” His other hand undid his belt and button-fly on his jeans, desperate for release. “How loud can I make you scream my name?”
“Oh, God!” Rebecca squirmed against the wall as he pushed her towards her first orgasm.
Slipping a second finger inside her, he pressed his thumb against her clit. “Are you going to come for me, sweet Rebecca?”
“Yes! Yes! YES!” Her legs tightened around Molly’s waist as her back arched off the wall and fingers gripped his hair. His fingers were being milked as her walls pulsed around them. A groan of displeasure came from her as he slipped his fingers out of her and wrapped his arm around her.
“Fuck, baby, I need in you.” He admitted, pulling her closer to him and walked to the bed. Dropping her on the bed, he pulled the condom out of his pocket. She moved to take off the skirt and he shook his head. “I’m not done fucking you in that skirt yet.”
Blushing, Rebecca looked at the large shaft that he was stroking. Sitting up on her knees, she grabbed the condom from him and tore it open. Tossing the foil aside, she rolled it onto him, grinning at the way his eyes rolled back in his head.
“Hell, pretty.” Molly leaned down, pressing her back into the mattress, as he captured her mouth. He pushed into her, slowly, giving her time to adjust to his length and girth. He was a big man, everywhere. Compared to his six feet five-inch frame, her five feet six inches was still small.
She breathed out a sigh of pleasure as she felt herself being stretched and filled in the most wonderful of ways. With a gentle roll of his hips, he began to move inside her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she met his movements and thrusts.
“More, Molly.” Rebecca pleaded.
Molly pressed up with his hands braced on either side of her head and began moving with more power and deeper thrusts. Changing the angle of his hips, he slammed into her, rubbing his shaft along her clit.
“That’s it, baby.” He encouraged as she screamed out for him.
“MOLLY!”
“That’s it, pretty. Who does this pussy belong to?” he demanded as he moved, sliding his arm under her leg and grabbing her hip. Repeating the motion on the other side, he pumped into her as he pulled her roughly onto him.
“Molly! OH! GOD!”
Her legs straightened on their own as her toes curled and she cried out his name. keeping her at the high, he reached between them and pinched her clit. Her fingers clasped onto his biceps, digging her short nails into his skin.
With a few last jerky thrusts, Molly filled the condom. Releasing her legs, he leaned down and rested his forehead against hers as they both panted to catch their breaths. He gave her a light kiss before pulling out and removing the condom.
“I’ll be right back.” He told her and slid off the bed.
With all the confidence in the world, he walked out of the bedroom just as he was. After flushing the condom, he found a rag in the cabinet and dampened it with warm water. Returning to the room, he picked up the discarded box of condoms, making plans to use them later.
Gently he cleaned her before placing the condoms and rag on the bedside table. Then he crawled into the bed, pulled her close and took in a deep breath of her soft scent mixed with his.
This, he thought, this is what life should be about.