Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chad was ready to playfully accuse Molly of some minor mischief, inching closer to what he called the "tip of the iceberg." Molly, wrapped tightly in her quilt, immediately propped herself up in bed, her voice muffled and panicked, "It wasn't me who did it."

From inside her quilt fortress, Molly's words came out in muffled protests.

Chad, undeterred, leaned over her, his hand sneaking under the quilt, moving slowly from her stomach upwards. "Chad, where do you think you're touching!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of alarm and laughter.

Trapped under the quilt and Chad's playful weight, Molly couldn't help but abandon her denials. She felt pinned, her soft front pressed down, as she protested, "Chad, get your hand out, now." Molly's movements were restricted, her leverage gone.

Chad flipped the quilt aside, tossing it off the bed.

The red quilt, a symbol of their love and union, fell onto the sleek, hardwood floor. Underneath, Molly's nightdress was hiked up to her waist, Chad's presence overwhelming like a mountain.

Molly tried to push herself up in a push-up stance, but her slender arms and legs weren't helping her rise. Instead, they seemed to intrigue Chad even further.

Feeling the change in Chad's breath on her neck, Molly, new to the experiences of womanhood since last night, knew something was amiss but couldn't place what.

Frozen, she dared not move. She tried to keep her breathing steady, aware now of Chad's predatory gaze, him being the wolf in the forest, and herself, the startled rabbit in his sights. Chad, from behind, took in every detail of Molly.

Their proximity allowed him to catch her scent, driving him almost to the point of no return.

Molly, lying beneath him, felt his hand pressing down on her chest, "Chad, remember what you promised this morning, that you wouldn't push things today," she said, her voice trembling.

threatening and strangely

as Chad's hands pulled it down, revealing her

"Chad, you promised today would be the last time, let me..." She couldn't finish her sentence, her body trembling as she felt his warm breath on her shoulder and back. Biting her lower lip, she tried to suppress any sounds that

the dress slipped down, the other soon to follow, leaving her nightdress

beyond Molly's control, but then Chad gave

don't talk," Chad silenced her

the nightdress discarded on the floor, leaving a

faded into soft whimpers, her confusion and cries drowned by deeper penetrations and

realized, were not to

on a cutting board, too tired to even speak, her legs giving out, losing track of time until Chad finally came back to his

tossing the nightdress aside for good.

noting one in particular, "That's the one that bit my

and breathy,

his tongue skillfully pointing out the offending

morning, Molly insisted on setting boundaries, which only delayed turning off the lights

Molly dared not

the times before their relationship became physical, when Chad, despite his teasing, respected her wishes. Now, his more domineering side was

Chad asked late at night, his hand finding

Molly peeked, knowing her position