-Scott's POV-
I knew what I was doing was wrong. Too much was going on between Molly and me for me to allow this to happen. But I couldn't have stopped myself even if I had tried.
Yes, I was angry and frustrated by Molly. But the overall emotion that was driving me was a desperation, a need to reinforce my claim on Molly. She was mine, through and through, and SHE needed to remember that.
"Scott," Molly gasped.
I locked eyes with her, taking in every detail as if it would be the last time. I saw her fear, but I also saw the passion building. She was pressed tightly against my stiff cock, and even through our clothes, I could feel the heat of her pussy. God, I wanted to feel it wrapped around me again. She always felt so good, so amazing, so fucking perfect that it blew my mind she was real.
