Each time she bounces on my balls, it’s like torture.
“Oh, Christ,” I groan through gritted teeth.
I tilt my head and close my eyes when she starts gyrating her hips in circles. I suspect she’s trying to grind her clit against me. The mind-blowing sensation is surreal after too many months without pussy.
I grip her hips more forcefully, demanding more of her.
She doesn’t shy away.
She’s riding my cock with newfound confidence.
“You’re too quiet,” I tell her.
“I can’t put any of this into words. I don’t understand what's happening to my body. Things I've never felt before.”
“It's good?”
“It's fucking amazing,” she grins wide.
I lean in and thread my fingers in her silky hair before fisting it gently.
“Your delectable body is mine.”
When I tighten my grip, she smiles seductively, tempting me even further. With a steady pull on her hair, I force her to lock eyes with me. “Yeah,” I grunt. “No hands. You can’t touch me, but I can touch you.”
How does my little donut dominatrix respond? She starts contracting her muscles in quick staccato pulses.
“Fucking Christ!” I scream out.
My plea does little to stop her.
It's like she's possessed.
The weight of her arms presses heavily against my shoulders as she bounces up and down on my cock.
I’m about to lose my fucking mind.
“Oh, my God. Holt. Oh, God, your cock,” she chants over and over again.
She's like a woman in a trance.
Honestly, I'm not faring much better.
I was ready for this to be a shy encounter, but she surprises me.
My extended self-imposed abstinence leaves me with little recourse. I drill into her like a piston, fucking her hard and relentless. I’m like a starved savage beast without much of a conscience. Even though I want her more than I’ve wanted a woman in a long time, I’m still a gentleman. I steal as much pleasure as I bestow on her. It’s only right.
Unaware of my mental struggle, Everly keeps grinding and bouncing off my balls.
“I want to touch you,” she pants.
“You can’t. I control this. Your only job is to surrender.” Given how much I’m struggling, I’m surprised I’m able to form a sentence, let alone three.
My answer does little to deter her. With her hands still bound, she folds them so her fingers interlace in my hair. She presses my head against hers and offers her lips.
How can I resist?
Our lips meet in a passionate kiss. The closeness causes her nipples to scratch at my chest. The delicious tingling sensation only heightens the potency of our tongues dancing together.
Fuck.
I lose myself in her sweet pussy. Each pump gets me closer to shooting my load deep inside her.
My feverish tempo threatens to stop my heart.
Does that slow me down?
Not a chance.
How can I?
She’s as unrestrained as I am.
The temperature in the room is at volcanic levels. Even though it’s dark, the glare from the moonlight allows me to catch a glimpse of the string of sweat beads glistening against her skin.
Unable to contain myself, I lean forward and run my tongue against her shoulder, dragging it until I reach her neck.
“You fit so well around my cock,” I say before sinking my teeth into her supple skin.
“Holt.” She says my name in a smoky groan.
“Yeah?”
“I think—”
She closes her eyes and clenches her pussy hard.
“Shit, that feels good,” I growl.
She opens her eyes and the lust emanating from them is so heady.
“You rock my world,” she says.
Every note reverberates throughout my body and straight to my cock.
I’m done.
I clamp my right hand tight on her hip and place the other against the mattress behind me for support. She shifts on top of me, without slowing down her cadence.
I drop a tender kiss on her lips. “I’m close, precious. I need you to come.”
“I don’t know if I—”
“Tsk.” I place my thumb against her clit and silence her.
I swing my hips up, pumping hard into her as my thumb skates around her hard clit.
“I don’t—”
“You and I have an agreement,” I remind her.
“But— I—”
“No. That’s not the answer I’m looking for, precious. I expect you to give me what I want,” I demand. I press her clit between my fingers trapping all the blood in one spot.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Ooohhh!” she wails loudly.
She clenches my cock so tight with her pussy it takes my breath away.
“I can’t believe this.” She lets out a low moan before closing her eyes.
“What is it, precious?” I pant.
“Dear God, I’m coming. I’m fucking coming,” she yells. It sounds like she’s suffering, but the hedonistic expression painted on her face suggests otherwise.
“Let go, precious. Give it to me.”
And she does.
The sensation of the juices trickling down my cock and my thighs is sublime.
I’m all set to take my pleasure, but she starts grinding her hips back and forth pressing her clit against me.
She isn’t done yet.
“Ah,” she gasps.
I slide my fingers between us and start rubbing against her clit.
“I—I’m— Again—”
“You’re going to give me another?”
“God!” she shouts.
“Take what’s yours. Squeeze my orgasm out of me,” I grunt.
Her head falls against my chin and she goes limp in my arms. “You. Holt.” The softness and tenderness with which she whispers my name is unexpected.
As she frantically contracts her muscles around my cock, it’s a reminder that my aching balls are begging for relief. I squeeze my eyes shut and thrust deep into her one last time.
“Fuck, precious!” I roar as pleasure courses throughout my entire body.
CHAPTER 14
Everly
Like a lifeless—and thoroughly satisfied—soul, I’m slumped against this gorgeous man who’s done things to my body I still fail to understand. With my head against his chest, I can hear his heartbeat. Mine is pounding as hard. I close my eyes and I focus on his ragged breathing as his scent engulfs me.
He smells like a man.
Holt’s strong hands stroke up and down my back tenderly and I purr inwards.
I could stay like this forever.
He’s fucked me into silence. Yup. I’ve lost all power of speech. If I could speak, I would shout from the top of the highest mountain, I, Everly Reed Bickford-Smith, have just lived through my first out-of-body experience.
One steamy encounter later and Holt Christensen has laid all of my sexual woes to rest.
I can have an orgasm.
Amen and hallelujah!
Thank you, God.
I can’t believe I’ve lived this long without understanding what all the fuss was about.
Ainsley was right all along.
It was never like this with my ex. Not even close.
Holt embraces me a little tighter before whispering in my ear, “Are you still with me?”