Holland’s name flashes across the screen, and I answer on the first ring, my voice thick.
“You’re a fucking tease,”he growls, his voice rough. “Look at you. All pink and swollen, just begging for my cock.”
A moan escapes my lips. My fingers continue their movement. “Then come get it.”
There’s a beat of silence. Then…
“Open your door.”
My heart freezes its rapid beating, and my breath stutters.“What?”
“I’m outside your room, Lainey. Let me in before I kick the fucking thing down.”
Holy shit, he came to my room?
My phone clatters to the bed as I scramble up toward the door. I don’t even bother fixing my shirt or anything.
When I reach the door, I hesitate for a moment before taking a deep breath and slowly opening the door to reveal Holland standing there, his dark eyes burningas they rake over me, lingering on the way my panties are still twisted to the side, my fingers glistening.
He's already hard, the outline of his cock straining against his jeans, his jaw tight with restraint.
“Fuck,”he breathes, and then he’s on me.
His mouth crashes into mine, his tongue forcing its way past my lips, tasting like mint and sin.
I gasp into the kiss, my hands flying to his hair, gripping tight as he backs me into the room, his body pressing mine against the wall. His hands are everywhere, palming my breasts, pinching my nipples through the thin fabric, then sliding down to grip my thighs, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks.
“You’re a fucking menace,”he growls against my lips, his hips grinding against mine, the thick ridge of his cock rubbing against my stomach.“Sending me pictures like that. You trying to kill me?”
“You asked for it,” I say breathily. His grin is almost intimidating.
“You’re right, I did,” Holland groans, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip before he pulls back just enough to meet my gaze.
He lifts me, his hands under my ass, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me to the bed, tossing me down onto the mattress. I bounce once, my breath leaving me in a rush as he follows me down, his body covering mine, his weight delicious and heavy.
Tugging at his shirt, I whine,“take this off, now.”
Holland smirks, but he doesn’t argue. He strips his shirt over his head, his muscles flexingwith the movement, then pops the button on his jeans, shoving them down along with his boxers. His cock springs free, thick and flushed, the tip already wet, and I swear my mouth waters.
“Fuck,”I breathe, reaching for him.
He bats my hand away, his eyes dark with promise.“Not yet.”
His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, yanking them down my legs before tossing them aside. Then his hands are on my thighs, spreading me wide, his breath hot against my skin as he leans in.
“I am gonna eat this pretty pussy until you’re sobbing, baby. Then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for a week.”
“Please, God,” I moan as my back arches off the bed. His tongue drags over me, slow and deliberate, before circling my clit. My hands fly to his hair, my hips jerking up as pleasure lances through me.
“Holland, fuck—”
He chuckles against me, the vibration making me whimper, before his mouth seals over me, his tongue working in deep, relentless strokes. Two fingers press inside me, curling just right, making me cry out, my thighs trembling around his head.
“That’s it,”he murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak.“Take it, baby. You’re mine, aren’t you? This tight little cunt is all mine.”
“Yes—god, yes—” I can’t even believe the words coming out of this man right now.
His fingers crook harder, his thumb pressing against my clit, and I fucking shatter, my orgasmcrashing over me in waves, my nails raking down his back as I ride his face, my moans filling the room.
