“That good?”
You’re quickly becoming a drug.
“I can’t believe it took me this long to discover how amazing that was.”
“What do you mean?”
“Dalton hated going down on me. It was his modus operandi. He professed his six-inch cock was sufficient to keep me satisfied.”
Like so many other things, he knew shit.
“What a fool. His loss. We’re adding another one to the list. Along with avoiding the missionary position like the plague, I’m going to have my mouth on you as often as I can,” he declares.
I laugh.
“I could feed off your sweet juices for days, but I’m becoming addicted to you coming while clenching my cock,” he changes the subject.
“I don’t think I can come again,” I tell him.
“I bet you can,” he challenges.
Since I’m still hunched over the counter with my arms tied behind me, I have limited range of motion. I may not be able to see him, but I feel him undress. I hear a crinkling sound and a few seconds later I feel the warmth of his bare chest against my skin.
Yes.
“You still think you can’t come again?” he whispers.
“Maybe I misspoke.”
He chuckles.
It isn’t easy, but I manage to get up on my toes to entice him. Alas, he doesn’t give me what I want. Holt pulls the scarf up, forcing my arms to lift behind my back.
“Oh,” I pant.
“Did that hurt?” he asks.
I didn’t expect that.
“You caught me off guard. I’m okay. Please don't stop.”
Thank God he doesn’t.
The head of his cock caresses my pussy and teases my clit over and over again. After a few languorous seconds, he positions the tip of his cock at my slippery entrance, fists my hair—forcing my head off the counter—and pushes into me like an animal.
“Holy shit.”
“Fuck,” he growls as he slams his hips against my ass, grinding against me as he lets out a series of curses.
Jesus.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he unexpectedly halts all movement.
Instead of answering, he pulls out of me.
“Why are—”
Holt drives into me like an army truck.
“Ahhhh!” I shout.
He wastes no time in asserting his dominance over me. He starts moving, faster and harder against me with such relentlessness, I think I might snap in half.
He pulls my bound hands a little higher and I cry out.
“Sorry, your pussy does that to me.”
“In that case, don’t let me stop you,” I pant.
He takes my words at face value.
Holt pulls all the way out, leaving only the tip of his cock inside my pussy before ramming deep into me. If I thought he was riding me hard before, he doubles his efforts.
“Dear God.” I shake underneath him, pushing my ass up against him and meeting his frantic cadence. One arm wraps around my shoulders, gently pulling me up. His other arm wraps around my waist. My tied hands are the only barrier preventing me from feeling the taut muscles of his washboard abs flex against my skin. I spread my fingers open, relishing the feel of the sweaty skin of thighs gliding against my palms as the heat of his body seeps through mine with every thrust.
I swear I’m this close to coming unhinged.
He’s so absolute in the way he pumps in and out of my pussy. So in control of every part of me. So assertive of how he wants our bodies to move against each other.
That’s so fucking sexy.
I need Holt Christensen more than I need air to breathe.
“Oh, fuck,” I wail.
“Ah, shit, precious.”
“More,” I plead.
“I can’t get enough of your sweet pussy.”
And you’re ruining it for me.
How can another man come close to him?
“That’s it, Everly. Take it, my little dominatrix.”
I weep.
His size is intimidating––both his body and his cock. The way he weighs heavy against my back and how much he stretches my pussy with his generous girth is almost more than I can bear. Yet, I wouldn’t dream of asking him to slow down.
Holt fucks me wild. I'm so dripping wet, he clamps his right hand against my hip to hold me steady. I already know I’ll be bruised all over. But I don’t care.
“I own your pussy,” he grunts.
Mother of God and all that’s sacred.
“Say it!”
This is all too encompassing for me to think, let alone speak.
“Say it!” he presses.
“You own it,” I manage.
“I own what?” His tone is irreverent.
Me. “My pussy.”
“Not bad. I want to hear my name, precious.”
There’s no end to this man’s dominance.
“Holt, you own my pussy.”
“You got that right. And you know what I’m going to do to the pussy I own?”
“No,” I pant.
“I'm going to shoot my load inside you. You want that?”
“Ha,” I gasp.
“Wrong answer. I’m looking for a yes or no. Yes, being the preferable choice,” he chuckles. “So let’s try that again.” His words ring around me, bringing me closer to tipping over the edge. “Do you want my big cock to come between your legs, filling you up real good?”
“Oh, yes,” I sob.
“Much better.”
His dirty talking is going to cause me to lose my goddamn mind.
For the next few seconds, Holt lets loose. The sound of the slapping of his skin against mine is pure bliss. The buildup brewing at the pit of my stomach threatens to engulf me whole.
I have nothing left.
“Holt, I have to come.” I sound almost frantic.
“Tsk, Everly. We’ve already gone over this before. Good girls ask politely.”
“Please, please, please, let me come.”
And just like that, I’m transported to the night of the awards. I was so cocky when I told him I don’t beg. Look at me now.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers under his breath. “You’re ready to give me what I want?”
“Yes.”
“Come for me,” he commands.
Holt slides one hand between my legs. I nearly choke.
The combination of his furious thrust and the way he teases my clit is so erotic words fail me. His fingers skate, stroke and tease my desperate clit as he picks up the pace. He pumps harder into me until I surrender.
“I’m—I’m… God. Oh, God,” I pray.
“Don’t you fucking hold back on me.”
I won’t. I can’t.
My entire body tightens in response, every nerve inside ignites like a bushfire and I unravel stitch by stitch.
“Oh, Holt!” I shout, loud enough to rattle the glass windows.
I tremble uncontrollably in his hands as my orgasm charges through my body like an erupting volcano.
He slams into me a few more times before roaring like a beast.
“Goddammit. Shit. Fuck, I’m coming, Everly.”
He lets go of the scarf and the next thing I know his forearms slam on either side of my head with a loud thump against the counter. He drops his head against the back of mine and we remain like this for several long beats—both of us struggling to catch our breath.