One Last Time

Elias Cash tried to end it. Sat Molly Manning down and laid it out plain—he had a girlfriend now, so their fun had to stop. Molly listened, then cracked a smile like she already knew how this would play out. She sank to her knees, tugged his zipper down and pulled his cock out like it belonged to her. He started to protest but the words got stuck in his throat when her wet mouth wrapped around the head and slid down his full length in one slow stroke. She worked him with that veteran touch—lots of spit, hand twisting at the base, tongue flicking every vein while her free hand tugged his balls nice and slow. Elias groaned, hands buried in her hair, hips jerking forward without asking his brain first. She hummed around him, throat relaxed, letting him use her mouth the way he needed, sloppy noises filling the room every time he bottomed out against her lips. He warned her once he was close. Molly doubled down, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing, and took every thick shot down her throat without missing a drop. When she finally pulled off she gave him that cocksure grin—smack of lips, shiny chin—and asked if his new girl could ever top that.