“I’m…yours,” I murmur softly.
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you,” he taunts. I hate him. I actually think I might punch him in the face.
“Suck a dick,” I tell him, and his grin grows even bigger.
“You will be soon. Now say it again or I won’t make this pretty little pussy come,” he threatens.
“I’m yours,” I say, a bit louder this time so he can actually hear me.
“There you go. Now was that so hard?” he asks, chuckling to himself since apparently, he thinks he’s so funny.
“Debilitating, actually.”
“Aw, you’re cute. Now lay back down so I can finish my dinner,” he demands, pushing my shoulders back so I fall back onto the bed. My head flies back as his tongue goes back to continue its torture.
Within seconds, I’m writhing beneath him, coming so hard I see stars. Holy fucking shit.
Pulling back, Holland hovers over me, smiling down at me cockily.
Moving quickly, he sheds his clothes, tossing everything onto the floor. When he’s naked, he crawls back over me, his muscles flexing with every movement. My gaze finds its way down his rock-hard body to his large erection and my mouth waters at the sight.
Holland smirks as he reaches for me, his hands guiding my legs over his shoulders.
“You ready for me, Lainey Bug?”he asks, his voice a low purr.
Oh, God yes.
I nod, my breath hitching as he positions himself at my entrance. His eyes lock with mine, his expression fierce and possessive as he thrusts into me in one smooth motion. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fills me completely.
Holland’s growl is primal as his hands grip my hips and he begins to move, his strokes deep and relentless.
The bed creaks beneath us, and I don’t even care if anyone hears us at this point because I’m on cloud fucking nine.
Holland’s mouth finds mine, his kisses bruising and hungry, his tongue tangling with mine as he claimsme again and again. My hips meet his thrusts, my body responding to his with a desperation that I’ve never felt before.
The intensity builds and Holland’s movements become more urgent, his moans turning into ragged breaths. My cries of pleasure grow louder as my body tightens around him
“Holland…” I pant. “I’m going to-”
Holland’s hands grip me tighter, his gaze never leaving mine, his expression fierce.
“Tell me you’re mine again. Say it again,” he urges. I don’t even argue. I don’t have the energy, and I really want to come again.
“I’m yours. I’m all yours,” I tell him breathlessly. That seems to satisfy him because he begins to move faster, rougher.
“Cum for me, baby,”he commands, his voice a rough whisper.“Cum on my fucking cock.”
My second orgasm rips through me, my body shaking as I cry out his name. Holland follows moments later, his thrusts stuttering as he buries himself deep, his growl vibrating through me.
“Fucking shit, Lainey. You feel so fucking good,” he pants.
When he’s done, he collapses on top of me, his weight heavy but comforting, and his breath hot against my neck.
For a moment, the world is still, the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing. Holland’s lips brush against my shoulder as his hands stroke my back in slow,soothing motions. My heart is still racing, and my mind is a blur of pleasure and confusion.
Although, I don’t think I’m really confused anymore. I think deep down, I know what I want, and I just need to admit it to myself. I deserve to be happy, right?
Holland kisses my forehead gently and I can’t help but smile at his gentle touch after being so rough and carnal.
