A painful, guttural moan escapes me. Holly taunted and teased me all the way home, roaming her hands over my body, scraping over my dick, nipping my neck as I tried to keep both eyes on the road. I’m nearly dizzy, excitement coursing through my veins at her proposition.
I release my grip on her hands, and she slowly lowers them to my shoulders.
“What are you waiting for, sweetheart?” I tease, leaning in for a kiss.
She stops me with two hands on my chest, doing her best to push me backward. “Don’t play games with me, you know what I want, Grayson Hart.” She lightens her grip on my chest, leaning into me to brush her words against my lips. “I want you to put me on my knees.”
My own knees buckle as she speaks.
“Strip me down,” she tells me as she brushes her chest against mine. “Strip me down, then put me on my knees. I want your dick in my mouth, and I want you to tell me what will drive you crazy.” She kisses me once more, and before I can reach for her lips again, she’s pushing away from me, sauntering through the kitchen and toward the bedrooms. She pauses halfway and her nimble fingers loosen the strap on her top. As soon as the knot is undone, it falls, and she shimmies it down her hips so it falls on the floor. “All these promises of dirtying me up … and here I am, still waiting.” Her voice trails off as she struts further down the hall.
I practically trip as I rip off my boots, tossing them to my side as I hop through the kitchen. Then I’m off, chasing her down the hall, whipping around the corner tomy room, expecting to find her lying on the bed. To my surprise, she stands at the foot of the bed with her clothes and boots discarded, leaving her in just her underwear.
I stand tall, taking a moment to drink her in, salivating at her soft curves and pebbled nipples. Taking another step toward her, I will myself to slow my breathing, to take my time enjoying this.
“Get on your knees, Holly.”
She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth at my command, and I surprise myself with how serious it is.
And how much I love it.
She gladly lowers to her knees, and I take a step forward. I reach a hand out to brush my palm over her soft hair, following its path as it drapes over her shoulders. “So pretty.” I let the silky strands fall through my fingers before I reach for her chin, using my thumb to tilt her face up to mine. “So pretty when she’s shy, but even prettier when she begs.”
I lift my hands up to grab the neck of my T-shirt, pulling it over my head. I shuck it to the side then reach for my belt. As soon as I slip the leather through the metal clasp, I still, dropping my hands to my sides.
I nod to Holly, letting her know that I want her to do it. She eagerly raises her hands, ripping the leather through each loop and sliding my zipper down. She looksup, locking her eyes on me before tucking her hands into the sides of my jeans. And with her pouty gaze still fixated on mine, she shoves my pants and briefs down my thighs, letting them hang around my knees. My cock eagerly springs to life, and her eyes flick to it. She smiles, actuallysmiles, when she reaches for it, gripping tightly, and I groan as my eyes roll back in my head at how greedy she is.
“Baby,” I rasp, tilting my head down so I can watch her. She starts slowly stroking me, moving her petite hand from base to tip, twisting as she goes, and my hips start rocking, following her motions.
“You’re so big,” she coos, and when I look down at her, she almost looks hesitant.
“And yet you’ve been begging me for it.”
She smirks at that, flicking those pretty lashes up to look at me as she leans in. Her tongue darts out, licking away the precum that’s already weeping from my tip.
“I’m waiting,” she murmurs, keeping her hand pumping, but pulling her mouth away. She plants a soft kiss to the side of my cock, letting her bottom lip tug along the side as she moves. “Tell me how you want me to suck it.”
“You’re perfect, it’s perfect how you’re doing it right now.”
“Not enough.” She adjusts her position, rising higher on her knees. “Do you want me to tease you? To taunt you with my tongue?” She flattens her tongue, running it along the base of my dick, sliding all the way to the head, before putting the tip in her mouth as she hums in satisfaction. She swirls her tongue around the tip, briefly sucking it into her mouth before releasing it with a heavy pop. “Or do you want me to shove it all the way in? Gag myself on your massive cock?”
“Holly,” I practically scream the words as my hands dart out to rake through her hair. It’s her voice that gets me more than anything. Her words. On her knees for me is a woman who usually doesn’t curse, a woman who bends herself backward to help others, who is shy, more insecure than anyone would expect. A woman who struggles to speak her mind, who won’t tell her family that they’re a bunch of assholes. A woman who I thought was a literal angel the first time I saw her. Yet here she is, on her knees, working my cock like a pro, and begging me to talk her through it.
“I like hearing you, baby. It makes me want to give you everything, to spill every last drop down your throat when I hear you talk so dirty.”
“Mmmmm.” She hums at that as if she’s as turned on by the thought of that as I am. She takes me in hermouth, moving her hand in slow pumps as she adjusts her position, relaxing her jaw to take me as deep as she can go. She hums again once I hit the back of her throat, gagging slightly, and I hiss.
“Too much?” I try to pull out just a hair, but she stops me with a hand on my thigh. Realization floods my mind, and my blood roars in my veins. “Or is that what my girl wants? She wants to gag on my cock? Tell me, Holly. If I were to dip my hands underneath your panties, would I find you wet?”
I wrap my hand around hers, tightening her grip, and I pump my hips, feeling myself somehow harden even more with our combined touch. “Fuck, baby, that’s right. Let me fuck your little mouth.” Holly whimpers, letting go with both of her hands and placing them on top of my thighs. I wrap a hand around the back of her head, gently rocking her forward, and we find a smooth rhythm together. She hollows out her cheeks, letting me slide my cock over her tongue, and her eyes never leave mine.
That’s my new favorite part, I decide. The trust she has in me. How her eyes are locked on mine. I drop my head so I can watch, and we take one another in. Her, on her knees with drool leaking out from the sides of her mouth. And me, standing above her, rocking my hips, increasing the pace as I fuck in and out of her mouth.
“I think you like handing yourself over to me,” I mumble, my words nearly slurring together. “I think you like not having to think so much. When you’re with me, you don’t have to worry; you don’t have to make any decisions.” I pump harder, picking up the pace as I feel my orgasm start to build. “You don’t want to be the boss, you want to put yourself in my hands because you know I’ll take care of you, baby. You can trust me, knowing I’d do any fucking thing you asked of me.” I’ll take care of this woman in every fucking way I can if she will let me. There’s this near-obsessive impulse burning inside of me, one that screams at me to keep her, to do anything that makes her happy because it’s an honor that she has put her trust in me.
She moans at that, loudly, as if to scream back at me that yes, she wants me to take charge of her. Her hands leave their place on my thighs and she cups her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers.
“Fuck, sweetheart, grab me. Grip it and pump me.”
