Chapter 76: Uninvited Guest

lly's room and immediately walked across the hall to my room. I needed a few moments to collect myself before rejoining the family downstairs. It was a very bad idea to attend a family dinner with an erection pressing against the zipper of my slacks.
When I had opened the door to Molly's room, the last thing I had expected was to see her standing there in that sexy, flimsy underwear set.
The only thing I could think of was how easily I could rip them off her to get at her sweet body.
I ached to have her under my hands, my mouth, and bury my cock deep in her hot, wet pussy over and over again until she had no choice but to admit she was mine.
I didn't need anything to tell me that Molly was meant to be mine. Every bone in my body screamed at me to hold her tightly and never let her go. Her kindness, compassion, and fierce, fiery passion were everything that I needed in my life. There was no way I was going to let her go... again.
I sighed in frustration as I leaned against my desk, trying to convince the annoying, insistent hard-on to go down. But even in the middle of my mental conversation, the image of Molly leaned over my desk. The contrast between her delicate, light skin and the smooth, dark mahogany wood was so striking that I could practically see Molly's form lying in front of me.
A groan came out next, and I gripped my tie, yanking it off as quickly as I could. There was no way this was going to go down without some help. Grabbing a new set of clothes, I stalked down the hallway toward the upstairs bathroom. A nice, cold shower was exactly what I needed at that moment.
But even as I turned the retro brass handle of the shower all the way to the cold side, a little voice in the back of my head warned me that it wouldn't be enough... Nothing would ever be enough until I had Molly in my arms again.
I stepped into the shower biting off a curse when the ice-cold water slammed into my back. It rained down over me, soaking every inch of my skin and drenching my hair. It might have been my imagination, but I could have sworn that steam was coming off my burning skin.
But my predicament was not going away, and it was Molly's fault. Even now, standing under a cold shower, trying to clear my head, images of Molly kept running through my head.
Molly bent over her vanity, that gorgeous ass up in the air, begging for my touch. Molly pressed against the building with my hand buried in her soaking wet pussy as I made her cum over and over again.
My hand drifted down, and I squeezed the base of my cock, then slowly began to stroke upward, watching a drop of precum grow on the tip.
The water wasn't working, and my fantasies weren't growing any cleaner as I moved on to the memory of Molly tied up and ready for me. I couldn't do anything except give in to the need she had built inside me.
I let the memories flow as I squeezed my erection and began to stroke it. My hand was slow at first, enjoying the movie that played in my head. Well, rather a porno with the now x-rated images of her was.
The closer the story came to Molly's delicious orgasm, the faster I pumped myself until I felt my balls tighten. With Molly's name on my lips, I felt the first surge of pleasure roll through me as a stream of warm, wet liquid spilled over my hand and down to the bottom of the tub.
My hips jerked as I thrust into my hand, and my eyes closed, calling up Molly's beautiful face as easily as I could my own. Only when the last jerk of pleasure left me did I lean my forehead against the shower wall as I tried to catch my breath.
The cold water still streamed over me until I slowly noticed how freezing it actually was. I gripped the shower handle and turned it to blazing hot, letting the heat melt away the cold and the remnants of my private session.
Before the images could take over once more, I quickly washed up and got out of the shower. Outside the door, I could hear my father talking and laughing boisterously.
Their guest must have arrived, I thought as I jerked my clothes on.
Though my erection had gone away, the need to own Molly once more had not, and I could feel it pounding away at me like an incessant gnawing. I slammed the bathroom door open so hard the reverberation could be heard down the hallway.
As I stepped out, still growling under my breath, I saw my father standing at the end of the hall with Francesca. They had stopped whatever conversation they were having and stared at me like I had gone crazy.
I straightened my shoulders and shoved down the frustration I was holding onto until all I felt was a vague sense of annoyance.
"Scott," My father called to me. "Is everything okay?"
"I'm fine, Dad. Francesca, what are you doing here?" I asked more curtly than I had intended.
A flash of hurt crossed Francesca's face, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Not after the debacle that she had caused in California.
I had been coming home late one night, only to find her standing in my foyer... in her lingerie. It had taken me all of 10 minutes to explain that if I ever caught her pulling some cheap trick again, she would be out on her ass and never get another job as an assistant in the world.
I had thrown her out, with only her long coat to cover her, and told her to walk home if she couldn't get a cab that late at night.
Our working relationship had been strained, but I didn't care. After the holidays, Francesca would be gone no matter what... my father be damned. I would not take such manipulation from a member of my staff.
"Your father invited me since I didn't have anything to do over the holidays," she replied, a look of uncertainty in her eyes.
Oh! So she just understood what a stupid fucking idea it was? I thought with a sneer. It took every ounce of my control to keep that look off my face. I glanced at my father, who, as usual, looked arrogant and self-assured. He was up to something, I realized.