I know that if I have Holly, truly possess her the way I want to, I won’t be able to let her go. Hell, I’m not sure I can let her go now, even if she asks me to. I’m falling in love with her.
Fuck. No, that’s not true.
I’ve already fallen, and the more time we spend together, the more I want her. I’m a loner by nature, but for some reason I don’t understand, I crave Holly’s nearness. The whole house feels different with her in it, and anytime she’s not in the room with me, I’m on edge until she’s back in my sights. It’s why I haven’t even suggested we leave the house. But that’s not fair to either of us.
Making up my mind, I stand and stalk toward Holly. Her eyes go wide and she takes a step back, dropping her hands from her hips. I round the table where we’ve been playing a surprisingly intense game of Uno, and reach for her, pulling her tight against me so she can feel my erection press into her stomach.
All of her earlier irritation melts away as she wraps her arms around my neck and meets my lips. Crouching, I grab Holly behind her knees and pick her up, guiding her to circle my waist with her long legs. Breaking our kiss, I look into her eyes.
“I promise I didn’t cheat. But it probably would have been a good idea to shuffle the deck after opening the pack and before dealing.”
I swallow her gasp of outrage and carry her blindly down the hall to my—our—bedroom. Setting her on her feet at the foot of the bed, I make quick work of stripping away first her clothes, then mine.
“You better be sure you want this, angel. Because once I have you, truly have every part of you, I’m not going to let you go.”
Her breath stutters in her chest, but her eyes are clear and certain as she meets my gaze and says, “I’m sure. I want this. Make me yours, Daddy.”
Chapter Eight
Holly
Andrew is gorgeous. I recognized that the moment we met, of course, but seeing him standing at the foot of the bed, totally bare to my ravenous gaze is a sight to behold. His body is the kind that doesn’t just come from good genetics. It’s obvious he takes care of himself and spends hours in his home gym, a routine I’ve seen first-hand during the days we’ve spent together. His shoulders are broad and defined, and his sculpted chest and defined abs taper to a narrow waist with that mouth-watering V leading to his impressive manhood.
I lick my lips as I take in his erect cock. It juts from his body, heavy and already beading with pre-cum. Suddenly, I’m overwhelmed with the desire to taste him. Sitting up, I knee-walk to the edge of the bed and reach out to press my hands to his chest. Over the last several days, Andrew has shown me endless pleasure and given me the freedom to explore however I wanted, but I’ve held back, too shy to take the initiative.
I’m feeling unusually bold tonight, though. Andrew opened up to me as we decorated this afternoon and let me see a side of him I’d only suspected was there. Listening to him speak about his late mother confirmed for me that Andrew is a man capable ofimmense love. I’d trusted him with my body from the moment he rescued me from that auction, but now I’m certain I can trust him with my heart. It’s a good thing too because I already know I’m in love with him. I think I have been from the first night.
Dragging my hands down Andrew’s chest and over the ridges of his abs, I grip his erection with one hand and stroke him, root to tip, as I look in his eyes.
“I want to taste you, Daddy. Can I?”
Andrew strokes one hand through my hair and cups my cheek with the other. He pulls me in for a deep kiss, and the feeling of my breasts pressed against his bare chest sends a shudder through me. God, this man is everything I’ve never dared to imagine.
Pulling at my hair gently to break the kiss, Andrew meets my gaze again and says, “Yes, angel. You can taste me. You can have anything you want, all you have to do is ask.”
I scoot back on the bed and lower myself so I’m folded in half in front of Andrew and his engorged shaft with its leaking mushroom head is level with my mouth. Sticking out my tongue, I swipe it over his flushed tip, licking away the bead of pre-cum there. I’m immediately rewarded with Andrew’s deep groan.
He threads a hand through my hair again and strokes down my back as I take more of him into my mouth. The feel of him on my tongue and the salty tang of his arousal makes me moan, the sound vibrating around Andrew’s shaft, and he tightens his hold in my hair, gently encouraging me to sink deeper. I take him in as far as I can until a cough forces me to retreat. My eyes are watering, but I ignore it as I lower my head again, loving the feel of his heavy cock filling my mouth.
I use my tongue to lick along his length as I pull back again, then suckle the tip before repeating the move. We fall into arhythm, and I close my eyes, focusing only on the feel of him and the sounds he’s making, committing to memory the things that pull the strongest reactions from him. I’m floating, lost in sensation and taking him deeper with each stroke. I moan, the sound muffled around his length, when his tip hits the back of my throat, and I instinctively swallow around him.
“Fuck!” Andrew shouts. “Goddamn, angel, you’re doing so well. Such a good girl for me.” I hum in response, equally as aroused by his praise as I am by the feel of him in my mouth. He strokes a hand down the length of my back and leans over me a moment before I feel a finger part my folds, spreading my arousal and teasing my entrance. I cry out in response, which makes Andrew jerk inside me, fresh pre-cum hitting my tongue.
We fall into a rhythm, my mouth moving up and down over Andrew’s shaft and his fingers thrusting inside me, and continue like that for several minutes before Andrew gently pulls me off him and takes a step back. I whimper in protest, which makes him chuckle softly. “I know, baby. I was enjoying myself too. A little too much, though. If we don’t stop, I’ll blow before I ever get inside your tight pussy. We don’t want that, do we?”
Shaking my head, I sit back on my heels and watch as Andrew sets one knee on the bed, followed by the other. He meets me at the center of the mattress and pulls me into a deep kiss. He doesn’t break contact as he guides me down to lie on my back, blanketing me with his muscular body. He settles between my spread thighs and the feel of him over me sends arousal flowing through me, but something else too. I’ve never felt as safe as I do lying under Andrew, completely covered by his warm strength.
The tip of his cock bumps my entrance, and I rock my hips up into him. This is what I want—him inside me, making me his in a way no other man has or ever will. Andrew slips a hand betweenus and strokes a finger through my wet folds before teasing my hole.
“Are you ready, angel?” he asks, and I nod, hooking a leg over his hip and parting my thighs wider.
Andrew guides his cock to my entrance and presses it into me. I take a deep breath and brace for the pain I know to expect the first time. But he’s barely entered me when the stretch becomes too much, and I wince in discomfort. Andrew immediately pulls back and lifts off me. Afraid I’ve just ruined everything, I wrap my arms around his back and try to pull him back onto me, but he resists.
“Shh, it’s okay, angel. I’m not going anywhere, but I think we need to approach this a bit differently. You’re too tight, you can’t let me in.”
My cheeks flush, and I look away. “I’m sorry. Please don’t stop. I want to try again.”
“No one’s stopping, but I need to get you ready for me. I should have done this before, but I got ahead of myself.” He strokes a hand along my jaw and down my neck and chest until he’s cupping my breast. He tweaks my hard nipple between his fingers, then teases it with his thumb, making me arch against his touch. “Just relax and let me take care of you, okay?”
