I run my callused fingertips through her hair. It’s the softest thing I’ve ever touched. “You sure you know what that means?”
She bites her lip, then nods. “It means, I’m ready for you, Holt. I want you to take me. To make me yours.”
Holy hell.
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She pulls away, then tugs her sweater over her head. Underneath, she’s wearing a cute, floral button-down.
I go still as she unfastens the top button.
And the next one.
All I can do is watch, savoring each precious moment.
A third button and a wisp of black lingerie comes into view.
My beast claws at me as she unfastens the shirt all the way and throws it off.
Her breasts are big and round, overflowing her lacy bra. I can just make out the pinker shade of her nipples through the flimsy fabric.
When I lay my hands on them, she gasps.
“Holt, please.”
It’s the sweetest word I’ve heard in my life. Eagerly, I open the clasp at the back and tear off her bra. Her tits spill out, so full and beautiful. I draw them into my mouth, sucking her tender nipples.
She moves back and forth on my lap. Jesus. She’s grinding against my cock. It’s rock hard. Desperate to get to her.
I grasp her hips, lifting her right up. When I unfasten the zipper on her jeans, her sweet virgin scent spills out.
My beast is going half-mad with lust.
She helps me work the denim down her legs, staying on her feet even though she’s shaking with need. Pale-pink panties. A dark patch between her thighs.
Oh, god.
My cock surges at the sight.
I cup her through the fabric. Her body jerks and a soft cry slips out of her.
“Right there,” she whispers.
I push the panties aside. She’s soaked, warm against my fingers. I stroke her slit and feel the small, tight entrance that’s never taken anyone. My breath leaves me in a rough exhale. She’s tiny—so damn tiny. I don’t know how she’ll take me, but she will. Because she’s mine.
But first, I’ll make sure she’s ready.
“Come here,” I growl, pulling her closer.
She lets me guide her in until she’s right over my face. I drag my tongue along her slit. Her hips jerk and a startled laugh breaks out of her.
I grip her ass, full and soft in my hands, and pull her down so I can taste all of her. She moves against my mouth, slow at first, then with a rhythm she finds on her own. The sound she makes when I close my lips around her bud goes straight through me.
“Oh, Holt… that…” Her voice cracks. “Please.”
I draw back. “Please what?”
