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  “Yeah,” I nod. “Yeah I would actually.”

  “Follow me,” he says, and we take off into the sea of people who have no idea that Owen just fucked my brains out in a public place.

  17

  Owen

  “You know, I’m getting used to this,” I joke as Molly and I dress together inside my master bedroom suite.

  “What?” She chuckles as I lean over to put socks on my feet.

  “Waking up beside you.” I approach her and graze my fingers against her back.

  “That feels amazing,” she says, and I feel chill bumps prickle on her skin.

  “You’re a sight for sore eyes when I wake up, too.” She grins.

  “So, do you have time for breakfast?” I ask as she follows me into the living room where I use a remote control to open my floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall windows overlooking the park.

  “Yes, I’m starving,” she admits.

  “Me, too,” I agree and rub my chiseled rock-hard stomach that’s still without a shirt yet.

  “Great,” Molly says and walks over to one of the windows to look down.

  The joggers and stroller pushers appear like little bugs from all the way up in the sky on the forty-ninth floor.

  “See anything good?” I walk over to join Molly and stand beside her as we both peer down at the Manhattan city streets below and the fluffy green tree tops lining the park.

  “Not really.” She shakes her head and grins at me, locking in our gaze together in my memory. Although I’m afraid of these feelings for her because they’re getting stronger by the fucking second, I still have Crystal on my brain, too―which makes me feel even more confused. And a bit like a dick.

  “I know a great brunch place,” I offer. “Come on.” I take Molly’s hand and move her to the front door.

  “Um, I mean I love to see you shirtless and all, and as much as I’m sure the restaurant patrons will side with me, the owners might not,” she teases me and points to my bare chest.

  “Oh, right.” I grin and facepalm myself as if I’m actually forgetting to clothe myself.

  “You sure love your body, don’t you?” she laughs.

  “How can I not?” I joke and flex my muscles.

  Molly whistles and claps her hands together.

  “Thank you, sir, that will be a perfect ten,” she announces.

  I take a little bow while she giggles. I pull a polo shirt over my head and look at her. “What?” I ask.

  “Nothing.” She gives me a funny look. “It’s just that your hair is now tousled from throwing your shirt over your head and you look fucking adorable.”

  “Oh,” I say and instinctively place my hand on top of my hair.

  “Here, let me help you, she says and stands on her tip toes to straighten out my hair. Her fingers are soft and make me feel warm and relaxed. I like the intimacy of the gesture a lot. More than I should.

  “There, much better.” She smiles, that fucking gorgeous smile that just does me in.

  “Good. Ready to go?” I bounce on my heels, not sure what to do with this weird nervous energy she stirs up in me.

  “Yep.”

  I give Molly a thumbs up and we head out downstairs together.

  It’s a beautiful day for a slow stroll in the park. The birds are singing, the grass is green, and the sky is blue. No, I’m not making any of this shit up! The universe is as happy as I am right now in this moment.

  We approach a place right on the water and Molly glances up to read its title. “Bread and Butter?”

  She eyes me quizzically.

  “Yep.” I beam.

  “Well, how fucking cute is that?” she says, relishing in the name.

  We walk inside and request that the hostess lead us to an outside table so we can enjoy brunch in the warm day.

  “Thank you again for last night,” Molly says a few minutes later once our food arrives at the table.

  I take a fork and knife and cut into my eggs, taking a delicate and delicious bite.

  “Thank you for agreeing to come as my date,” I tell her and take a sip of my mimosa.

  “I’m super proud of you,” she admits and wipes her mouth with a napkin. “You really deserve all the attention you’re getting for your films.”

  “I’m only half the reason for it.” I wave a hand dismissively. “Did you get to meet my best friend last night? Victor Evans?”

  For the first time in my entire life, I want to focus the attention away from me, and I have no idea why Molly has this effect on me.

  She nods her head. “Yeah, he seems like a really nice guy.”

  “He’s amazing,” I admit. “He directs all my movies. I would be nothing without his eye for detail.”

  “Well I’m sure he appreciates your praise, too,” she offers, and I feel even closer to Molly now. She’s so gracious and caring, so unlike any of the other girls I’ve dated before.

  Are we even technically dating? I’m too afraid to ask.

  What the fuck am I talking about? Owen Wolfe is never afraid of fucking anything. I need to get my head checked.

  “Probably, but he’ll be the first to remind me if I forget,” I joke and wink at her.

  “You’re still the man behind the curtain,” she says in a reminding tone, dripping with unlimited compliments to apparently shower directly my way.

  I take a sip of my mimosa, and it’s so fucking good I wish the taste could linger in my mouth forever.

  “You mean like the Wizard of Oz?” I tease.

  “Maybe…” Molly shrugs. “Sort of, only less creepy and definitely with less eyebrow scare.” She laughs along with me.

  I feel like I’m floating on a fucking cloud. Molly’s heart is genuine. She’s not out for my money; she’s got plenty to spend on her own.

  Her beauty is as evident as it was on the first day I met her, but the glow of her surrounding passion fills me more with each day I spend with her.

  I know, I’m growing sappy, aren’t I? Maybe that’s the only thing I’m really afraid of.

  “I have to admit something to you,” I say with a beating heart, because I’m not used to being vulnerable.

  “What?” Molly chews and looks at me quizzically.

  “Before I started this film company, failure was always imminently pressing on my mind. I thought I’d try it out and bomb miserably. I just knew the day would come where I’d have to crawl back to my parents and beg them to help me.” I can’t believe I’m fucking admitting this to her.

  “That day never came, did it?” Molly’s eyes twinkle and she grins.

  “No, thankfully,” I sigh and lean back in my chair, feeling full. “I gave up a long time ago on trying to please them. The fear of disappointing doctors is huge when you just so happen to be the son of two of them,” I chuckle.

  “You don’t have to tell me what it’s like to be a disappointment to parents.” Molly rolls her eyes and scoffs bitterly.

  “I hate to say it, but I’m actually happy we have that in common,” I laugh.

  “If I can give you any tips on that,” I point a kind finger, “it’s that if you spend your entire life trying to live up to the potential that they place for you, then you’re living their life, not your own.” I say.

  Molly’s eyes light up as if I’m telling her the secrets to the universe. “Oh my God, you are totally right,” she says and stares off into space as if she’s digesting this new information.

  “I aim to please.” I grin and shrug my shoulders. “The industry I’m creating isn’t the most ideal, but I’m proud of where we’ve come from and where we are heading in the future,” I admit.

  “You should be.” Molly gives me a warm smile.

  “Ready to head back to the Avalon?” I ask after I pay the bill.

  “I’m ready when you are,” Molly says. We walk out of the restaurant together, only this time it’s hand in hand.

  18

  Owen

  There are many moments in life where you simply re
act. It’s almost as though your body has a mind of its own, and all you can do is ride in the backseat until you regain control again. That’s how I feel right now staring at Molly’s amazing body as we take the back elevator up to my penthouse. I have a reason for this.

  Her clothing perfectly adheres to her curves, and I move in for a kiss. For a moment, I almost forget I need to breathe as I pull back just for a second to get some air before going back in to kiss Molly.

  She doesn’t miss a beat. She shoots her hand into my pants and grabs my cock, massaging it between with her fingers.

  “I want you to fuck me, baby,” she moans. “Right here in the elevator.”

  Fuck yeah. I can get behind that. We are so on the same page.

  “Get on your knees and suck my cock first.”

  I reach over and jam my finger into the manual stop button on the elevator. I’m going to enjoy every second of this.

  “Yes, sir.” Without breaking eye contact, she gets on her knees while simultaneously pulling down my pants. At that point, she has my full 12 inches right in her face, and she knows exactly how to handle it.

  She starts slow. She moves her mouth around the head of my cock while gently moving her hand up and down on the shaft.

  Like a beautiful crescendo, she begins taking more and more of my cock. After just a few seconds, she’s deep-throating the full 12 inches. Normally, I’d have to hold the girl’s head in place to get her to choke on my cock, but Molly is a pro.

  After a few moments, she takes a breath but goes right back into taking my cock.

  “I’m a dirty fucking slut,” she says. That really gets me going. I feel like I could cum any second now. But I don’t want the fun to end quite yet, so I take a step back.

  I move on Molly, spinning her around and pressing the front of her body into the mirror lined elevator wall. That sight is hot as fuck.

  I bend down to take off her panties and pull her ass toward me. She arches her back so that her pussy stares me right in the face, already soaking wet. I start circling my tongue around her clit.

  She breathes in and out heavily. She’s into it, so I stick two of my fingers in her pussy to really get her going.

  “Goddamn…” I hear her moan to herself. I try to look at her face from the position I’m in. I don’t have the best view of her O-face, but that’s what the mirrors are for. She juts her tits forward. Her back is arched, and she’s massaging her tits like she’s feeling a pair for the first time.

  “Take off your bra,” I say.

  “Yes, sir,” she replies. Without missing a beat, she pulls off her shirt and takes the bra with it. Her tits are amazing. I go back to lick around her clitoris while I move my hands up so that I can feel them for myself.

  Molly puts her hands over my hands, almost as if to guide me. She’s dripping wet at this point. Whoever cleans the elevators is definitely going to be in for a surprise when they see the mess we’re leaving.

  It’s time for me to get a little forceful. I flip her from the position she’s in now so that now her back is against the wall. I spread her legs apart, but she already knows exactly what I have in mind.

  I stand up and slam my hard cock inside her pussy. It’s a perfect fit, the same way a gun fits perfectly inside its holster. I leave my cock in there just for a couple seconds, and that’s when I start getting to work.

  I place my left hand on her ass. With the other, a grab her by her hair.

  “Fuck yeah, baby,” she moans. With those three words, I start really giving it to her. She keeps repeating “Fuck” to herself with every hard thrust.

  I can’t help myself at this point. I cum with a force I’ve never felt before.

  “Oh yeah,” she moans as she climbs off my cock. “That was so amazing.”

  “You don’t think we’re done yet, do you?” I ask. “I plan on making you come about a dozen more times before I’m done with you.”

  “After all that, you’ve got a second round in you?” she teases.

  “You act surprised.” I smirk. “Let’s go inside,” I say, restarting the elevator. I help her pick up her clothes and usher her into my apartment when the doors slide open.

  “Oh my God,” she softly mutters to herself as I immediately get back to work fingering that delicious pussy as we stumble toward the bedroom. She crawls onto the bed, spreading herself out like a model. It doesn’t take much for my hard-on to come back. Fuck, let’s be real. It never went away. I could go for days with this woman.

  “Impressive,” she says.

  “Are you surprised?” I chuckle and crawl on top of her, slamming my cock right back into her pussy. It’s still incredibly wet. Even more so, actually.

  Molly places both of her hands on the back of my head to pull me in for a kiss. It’s the most passionate thing I’ve felt so far with her, and that’s saying something.

  She doesn’t let up. She keeps wanting to kiss me as I slowly thrust my cock inside her. I’m not normally used to having such intimate moments with the women I fuck, but I don’t exactly mind. I can tell it’s getting her off. And fuck, it’s getting me off too. This is veering into new territory with her, but I can’t say I’m opposed to it.

  I’m tired of missionary, so I place both my hands on her ass and flip her over. Now she’s on top, and she grinds on my cock like a fucking stripper.

  I want something a little rougher, so I take her ass in my hands and start forcing her to hop up and down on my cock.

  “Oh fuck!” she exclaims. She uses her right arm to keep her tits from bouncing up and down, but I don’t want my view to be obstructed in the slightest.

  “I want to see your tits bounce,” I say.

  “Yes, baby.” She’s extremely compliant right now, ready to give me anything I want. She knows that’s the way it will be best for both of us—letting me take control. I like that in a woman. The last thing I want to hear when I’m in bed with a beautiful woman is hesitation. I want to just go for it. And go for it she does.

  She gets off my cock, just for a second, so that she can turn around and give it to me reverse cowgirl. She moans and grinds on my cock. I finally get a real chance to admire her gorgeous ass. It makes me think of how fucking amazing it was to take her ass last night.

  “I’m such a dirty fucking girl,” she says.

  I chuckle. “Yes, baby, you certainly are.” Normally, I would have much more seductive things to say in bed, but she has me so worked up it’s hard to focus.

  “Punish me,” she says. I slap her hard on the ass. She lets out a little moan. I pause. I don’t want this to end too soon just because I got a little over-zealous.

  Luckily, she turns her head toward me and says, “Keep spanking me, baby.”

  I spank her again with the same force as last time. She moans again. We start getting into a rhythm where I spank her to the pace of her grinding my cock.

  The spanking really turns her on and she starts grinding faster than I can keep up. I want to mix things up, so I get up from my position.

  Now she’s on her hands and knees, same as when I fucked her on the floor.

  “Turn around,” I say. She complies. I take my hard cock and place it between her two gorgeous tits. I cover my cock with her tits and start thrusting.

  She softly moans to herself. She even takes hold of her tits and starts rubbing them vigorously against my cock. I don’t even have to move it at this point.

  I can’t help but envision coming right now. The only way Molly could be even sexier to me right now would be if she were covered with my cum.

  “Shower?” she asks. And I’m fucking glad she asked it.

  She doesn’t leave my side as I turn on the shower. In fact, she cranks my cock as we wait for the water to get to the perfect heat. We step in.

  I take her and vigorously stick my tongue down her throat. She’s like putty in my hands, which is why I lift her up, so her feet are no longer touching the ground.

  I rest her gently on my cock and star
t thrusting her up and down. I start to slow down.

  They say in life you should take time to appreciate the little things. And that’s what I’m doing right now. The water beads glisten on her skin.

  I take time to watch one bead in particular fall on her shoulder. It slowly drips down until it reaches her tit. It manages to actually land directly on her nipple.

  I bend my head and start sucking on her tit. She fucking loves it. She grasps the back of my head to keep me by her tits, and I have no problem with that whatsoever. I stop sucking and start using my tongue to flick the tip of her nipple.

  “Yes, yes! Fuck me!” she screams. That’s what does it for her. She starts to come hard, all over my cock, coating it with her cum as I continue to pound into her. She contracts and convulses around me, and I can fill a rush of adrenaline to my cock. I’m about to cum now, even harder to before.

  “I’m about to cum!” I shout.

  “Cum on my face!” she yells. Those are the four sexiest words any woman can yell.

  I stop thrusting to let her get off my cock. She gets on her knees, and she starts sucking my cock. She takes the entire 12 inches down her throat. If she doesn’t let up a little bit, then my cum is about to hit the back of her throat.

  It’s odd to say, but we’re almost in sync. It’s like she can sense I’m about to cum, so she lets up to jerk me off. That’s when I start to cum.

  She directs my cock so that the cum lands directly on her cheek. The shower rains down, so it almost washes off the cum as soon as it hits the skin. I move her out of the way because I want to see my cum all over her face.

  There’s a lot of cum for her to get out, but she keeps jerking me off, making sure to get every last drop out of me.

  After her face is already dripping with my cum, she directs my cock toward her tits. There’s still quite a lot left. My assumption was right. Dripping with my cum, she becomes the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in the world.

  A few minutes later I’m lying in bed. I let Molly have some time in the shower, so she can have some time to clean herself up. And truth be told, I could use a little time to compose myself.