He shakes his head. “I won’t.”
He pulls me close again, but this time his lips are on mine. I wasn’t joking when I said Holden is a fast learner. The man can turn me into a puddle at his feet with a simple kiss. I want to show him how much I love him with my body, but we’re already pressed for time. I pull back from the kiss. “Later,” I promise. He nods but continues kissing my neck. “Holden,” I say, and it’s supposed to be a warning, but it comes out more like a breathy moan.Distraction time.“What happened with Ryder today?” He yanks me closer, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach, then slides his hand down my ass. Okay. Wrong thing to ask, apparently.
He walks me backward until my legs hit the couch; he presses his advantage by following me down, stretching his body over mine. Fuck it. “Make it quick.”
His head jerks up. “What?”
“Fuck me. Hard and fast.”
He groans and jerks me back to my feet. He starts unsnapping and unzipping his jeans, then yanks them down, freeing his huge cock. He kicks them the rest of the way off when my shorts and panties hit the floor. “I want to try something,” he says while blushing.
“Okay,” I say slowly, praying he’s not wanting to stick that baseball bat he calls a dick up my ass right now.
He rubs the back of his neck. “I want you to bend over.”
“Doggy?” I ask, and he nods. That I can do. I smile at him before turning around and placing my hands on the couch cushions, pushing my ass out. “Like this?”
“Yeah,” he croaks, rubbing his hand over my ass to sink two fingers into my pussy. “You’re always so wet for me.”
All the guys talk dirty, but it’s always so much dirtier coming from Holden’s innocent mouth. “Cock inside me. Now.”
He laughs, pulling his fingers free. He notches his cock at my entrance. “Yes, Boss,” he quips, grabbing my hips before slamming his hips forward, burying himself in my pussy in one firm thrust.
My back bows with a moan. It’s always such a delicious burn taking Holden.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans, his fingers flexing on my hips.
“Fuck me, Holden,” I beg, wiggling my ass. “Please.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. His grip on my hips turns bruising, then he pulls out and slams back in. He’s so deep this way I swear I feel him in my stomach, but I fucking love it.
He starts at a fast pace, fucking me so hard he grunts each time his thighs make contact with my ass. He has noises coming out of my mouth I’m sure I’ve never made. Mewls, whimpers and I’m begging him to fuck me harder.
“Fuck, Les,” he breathes, never slowing his strokes. “Your pussy feels so good.”
He raises one leg, planting a foot on the couch beside my knee, then leans forward, bracing one hand on the back and the other wrapped around my waist, changing the whole fucking angle.
“Holy shit,” I moan when he starts fucking me like that.
I have nowhere to go because he’s holding my waist against him. His thrusts never stop the fast pace, but he stays so deep inside me that his cock is constantly rubbing my g-spot.
“Is this okay?” he pants out beside my ear.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” I beg. I can feel my orgasm building really fast.
“Ryder fucked me today,” he whispers.
“Oh God. Was it good?”
His thrusts get harder. “I’m addicted to it just like I’m addicted to this sweet pussy.”
Where the hell is my Holden? This isn’t my Holden, but I sure as fuck am not complaining.
“Holden,” I moan, “Fuck.”
He tightens his arm on my waist, his hips still hammering forward. “You going to come for me, Bright eyes? I can feel your pussy strangling my cock.”
“Yes. Yes. Fuck yes,” I pant with each hard thrust.
