Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 139259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Stepping up behind her, I run my hands over her ass, dipping lower and lower until I run my fingers through her drenched folds.
“I love how wet you get for me.”
I slide a finger into her, and she moans as her head rolls back while I stroke and tease her G-spot.
But I’m not a generous man right now. She’ll get her turn, but not before I’m inside her.
Pulling my finger out, I quickly replace it with my cock, resting the tip right outside her pussy. She wiggles back, which makes me laugh.
“Ahh, is my little Hex impatient?”
“Stop talking, Wilde, and fuck me.”
“Is that what you need? And here I thought you were out here to stargaze.”
She wiggles back again, and I swirl my hips, my cock tracing her damp skin but still not entering.
A groan escapes her mouth. “Tell me . . . how bad do you want me.”
“Bad enough to ignore this is a bad idea.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yep.” She pops the p, full of attitude, and it only makes me smile.
“Very well.” I pull my dick away.
“What the hell?” She turns over her shoulder.
“Tell me you want me.”
She bites her lip.
“Tell me.”
“I want you,” she admits in a whisper.
“Not good enough. Tell me you want me to fill you with my cock.”
Her eyes widen, and her mouth stays shut.
“Beg me, Hex.”
She doesn’t speak, but I can see the words all over her features. From the way her eyes are glassy to the way her body trembles beneath me. We both know damn well she wants to be fucked.
“Fuck me, Wilde, please.”
“Not what I asked you to say, but it will have to do.”
I push forward, and the tip of my dick slips inside her.
A moan escapes her, and I move another inch in.
With every move I make, I feed her pussy more of my cock.
Finally, when I can’t take it anymore, I drive my whole length within her, loving how her muscles pulsate around me.
I start to thrust faster, harder, deeper.
The city sounds are all around us, but it isn’t loud enough up here to drown out the sound of our bodies slapping together.
“Just like that. So good.”
“Are you going to come?” I ask, reaching around and finding her clit. “Now, be a good girl and give me what I want.”
I drive into her again.
“Oh God,” she moans, so I pick up my pace.
My thrusts are now punishing as I furiously rub her clit. “I’m coming,” she pants as her pussy tightens, and my balls do the same.
“Good girl, come all over my cock.” And she does, tightening so hard around my dick I almost see stars. I’m quick to follow her over the edge.
Afterward, I place my shirt down on the gravel, and we sit together on the rooftop, the cool night air brushing against our skin. Molly’s head rests against my shoulder, her breathing soft and steady.
I tilt my head, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You good?”
She hums, her voice sleepy and content. “I could go again. Give me fifteen minutes.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” I chuckle softly, running my fingers through her hair.
“Yeah,” she says, turning slightly to look up at me. Her face is suddenly serious. “You know that . . .” She winces, stopping.
“That Dane can’t know,” I finish for her.
I expected this.
“Are you okay with that?” Her face is etched with hesitation, like she’s waiting for me to argue or walk away.
But I don’t.
I can’t.
“Yes,” I finally say.
Because the truth is, I don’t want to live another lie—not again.
I’ve spent years pretending to be someone I’m not, building walls and hiding behind them. But right now, all I can think about is her.
I want Molly Sinclair.
So if keeping this a secret means I get to have her—even if it’s just for a little while—I’ll play the game.
I’ll take the lie as long as I get her.
45
Molly
Who is this? sent an attachment.
[Link: Hudson Wilde: True contender for MVP.]
Molly: Who is this?
Who is this?: . . .
Who is this?: Come on. Still?
Who is this?: At least change it to Greatest Hockey Player to Ever Live.
Molly: 🙄 Someone’s humble.
Who is this?: I’d like to be, but then the media wrote that. Not my fault I’m a contender for greatness.
Molly: You’re a contender for being insufferable, that’s for sure.
Who is this?: Admit it. You read the whole thing.
Molly: I skimmed.
Who is this?: You definitely read the whole thing. Bet you even bookmarked it.
Molly: You’re delusional.
Who is this?: I’m also undefeated. Add that to the article.
Molly: Undefeated in what? Overinflating your ego?
Who is this?: In making you think about me.
Molly: 😒 You’re one comment away from being blocked.
Who is this?: Joke’s on you. You’ll miss me when I’m gone.
Molly: I’ll take my chances.
Who is this?: Just save my number already, Hex. I’m getting offended.