She lay down next to him, her pussy already throbbing from the long, sloppy kisses they had just shared.

“You need to leave,” she said.

“Why?” he asked, genuine surprise in his voice.

“You know why.”

While they had a great relationship overall, Andy’s interest in sex never came close to matching Molly’s. He was fine with a little fooling around, but she almost always wanted more—and tonight was no different. His kisses had lit her up inside, heat pooling low in her belly, yet she knew it was nearly time for him to go.

“Well, can you just kiss my cock good night then?” he asked playfully.

She groaned in frustration, wanting his cock badly but knowing she would crave far more than he was willing to give. He stood by the side of the bed and shoved his pants and boxers down. Molly’s eyes locked on his delicious cock. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but she loved the look of it—average in length, yet thicker than any she’d ever taken, the head flared in that perfect mushroom shape she had only read about. She couldn’t help but want it in her mouth.

She crawled toward him across the mattress. The flimsy white tank top she wore slipped down, baring her breasts as she moved. Reaching his crotch, she took him eagerly, sliding his soft cock deep into her throat in one smooth motion. She felt him swell and harden against her tongue.

“Oh yes,” Andy moaned. The sound of his pleasure always made her even wetter.

Her lips stretched tight around his growing girth until the head nudged the back of her throat. She sucked hard, bobbing her head in a steady rhythm, saliva coating his length and dripping from the corners of her mouth. Her tongue worked constantly along the sensitive underside while she moaned around him, the vibrations traveling straight through his cock.

Andy reached down and cupped one breast, twisting her nipple firmly. The sharp sensation shot through her body and straight to her clit, making her want him even more. He twisted again, then slapped the soft flesh hard. She moaned into his cock at the sting of pleasure.

Roughly, he gathered a fistful of her hair and began guiding her head, pushing and pulling her mouth along his shaft. He held tight and forced himself deeper, choking her until she gasped for air around him. Again he slapped her tits—hard, repeated blows that left them flushed and red. She felt his cock twitch with every impact. Once more he seized her hair and used her mouth roughly, fucking it like a toy made only for his pleasure. Molly loved every second of it… and still she wanted more. Wetness slicked her inner thighs; she could feel her pussy lips parted and aching.

He kept rocking his hips, driving into her throat while his breathing grew heavier. The sound alone drove her nearly wild with need.

Finally he pushed her away and lay down beside her on the bed. She moaned in pure frustration.

“What?” he asked.

She stayed silent.

“Tell me,” he said.

“I want to taste your cum so bad,” she admitted, almost pouting.

“I know,” he answered quietly. “I’m sorry.”

A few minutes later he was gone.

Molly lay alone in the bed. Reaching between her legs, she couldn’t believe how soaked she was—not just at her entrance, but her entire pussy glistening and dripping with her own juices. She slipped one finger deep inside and nearly cried out at the empty ache.

She closed her eyes and ran her hands over her body, imagining they belonged to someone else. Soft belly first, then up to her breasts. She squeezed her nipples the way he had—pinched, twisted—before trailing her fingers down again, across the tender skin of her inner thighs, heightening the throb already pulsing in her core.

From the bedside drawer she took a pair of nipple clamps. The beginner set didn’t bite too hard, yet the new sensation still made her cry out as she fastened them. A delicate gold chain dangled between them, waiting for someone to tug. Someday she would know how that felt.

Next she pulled out a basic dildo shaped like a realistic cock—exactly what she craved right now. She brought it to her lips, sucking it the way she had sucked him, coating it thoroughly with spit. Then she guided it between her legs, teasing the slick folds, circling her opening before easing just the head inside. Inch by inch she pushed it deeper, savoring the stretch until it filled her completely and the tip pressed against her cervix. She moaned and began thrusting her hips, fucking herself hard.

Reaching into the drawer once more, she found her favorite toy: a slender, pen-like vibrator.

She stood, pressed the suction base of the dildo to the top of the trunk at the foot of the bed, then squatted over it. Slowly she lowered her dripping pussy onto the shaft. As she began to ride, she jiggled the chain on the nipple clamps, sending fresh sparks of sensation straight to her clit. Her hands braced for balance while she rose and fell, imagining it was Andy beneath her—something he had never allowed. Juices ran down the toy and onto the trunk below.

Imagination and physical sensation pushed her into a frenzy. She switched on the vibrator and pressed it firmly against her clit, still riding the dildo hard—up and down, in and out—the intensity building fast. Her muscles tightened; more wetness spilled from her as her clit throbbed. Then the familiar twitch started in her left leg, electricity racing upward until it exploded deep inside her pussy. She let out a small, broken cry as her legs and pelvis shook with the force of the long-denied orgasm.

Afterward she collapsed onto the bed, still stroking her body as the pleasure rippled outward. One last tweak of her clamped nipples, a final slow circle over her sensitive clit, and as sleep finally claimed her, she couldn’t help thinking: He doesn’t know what he’s missing.