“I’ll always be this hard for you.” Another thrust. Deeper. Harder. “Doesn’t matter how many times I come. Doesn’t matter if we’re in a bed, or a shower, or back here before a fucking Paso. If you’re around? My cock’s yours.”
Holly gasped, clenching around him needily, moving her hips to fuck him back like she was trying to claim him. No games, no teasing. Just pure, filthy, soul-deep fucking.
“Fuck yes,” she said, desperate for him. “I’ll always be craving your perfect cock, handsome.”
“Jesus, Holly.” A low, possessive sound rumbled out of his chest and vibrated between them. His hands gripped her thighs hard, anchoring her against the door as he drove up into her, hard enough to shake the wood in its frame. She knew it wasn’t subtle. She knew people wouldhear, and she didn’t give a single fuck.
Because it was building. Every thrust was precise and pounding, as though he was trying to imprint himself into her very bones. She could feel how wet she was every time he ground himself into her further than she ever thought he could get. A flutter rolled through her and she moaned, and she could tell by the way he slammed into her harder that he knew exactly where she was at.
“Come on, Martinez,” he coaxed her through clenched teeth, grinding up so that the motion grazed her clit. “Come for me, baby. Show me how bad you need me…”
She whimpered, clinging to him, head tipped back and tits jiggling with the force he slammed into her with. He grunted, reaching between them to find her clit and circle fast with soaked fingers, matching his own rhythm until she was trembling, fighting to hold on.
“Fuckin’ come for me, Holly,” he commanded, voice like crushed ice right in her ear. “Right now. All over this cock you love so much.”
He kissed her, messy and full of tongue, one hand gripping her jaw, the other still working between her thighs. He claimed her with every thrust of his hips, every circle of his fingers, every flick of his tongue.
And then she couldn’t stop it. Her orgasm hit her like a bus, and she cried out, shuddering into him with her hips bucking like she couldn’t take any more, but he didn’t let her off that easily. Nate rode her through it, keeping the same pace, thesame pressure… but his mouth? Oh… his mouth absolutely fucking escalated.
“God, you’reamazing… yeah, just like that, princess.Fuck,you feel like you wanna milk this cock, Holly. You look so beautiful taking this, riding me while you just keep oncoming…”
Holly grunted with the effort of staying in the moment. It was so intense, so dangerously wonderful that people in the hallway wereabsolutelygonna hear them. And then it felt a little too intense. She felt full, heavy in a way that had nothing to do with how well he filled her. And then she felt like she was about to embarrass herself and pee all over him.
“Nate,” she gasped, eyes still closed, brow drawn down in a tiny frown.
“You’re okay,” he soothed. “I’m here, baby… just ride it out…”
She didn’t think he understood. Didn’t think he knew what she was feeling, but his voice was so calming as he kept rocking up into her, so she took a deep breath and just relaxed.
And that’s when it happened.
A deep wave of incredible pressure rolled through her, lighting up her nervous system. Pulse after pulse of heat made her shudder, and with each pulse there was what felt like a gush of water coming out of her.
She gasped, partly because of the incredible feeling, and partly because she was absolutely mortified.
Holy shit, I’ve just peed myself. I’ve just peed myself all over him, oh my god…
Her eyes flew open to see Nate peering down at what had just happened, his mouth open in shock.
“I’m sorry,” she rushed to say, heat rising in her cheeks immediately as he lifted his gaze to her. Mouth still open. Those icy blue eyes of his wide and searching.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” he breathed.
“I didn’t mean to. I should have stopped you.”
“Stopped me?” His shock melted into concern, and then realization dawned. “Baby, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life.”
Holly blinked at him, heart racing, aftershocks still fluttering through her like smug little traitors to her ruin. “What?”
“You’ve never done that before,” he stated, like she’d just given him the most precious gift he’d ever received.
“Yeah, well. I try not to pee during sex,” she huffed, feeling silly. She began to untangle herself from him, but he leaned back into her so that she was very much still on his huge, hard cock.
“You didn’t pee. That’s squirting, baby. It’s not a bad thing.” His voice was thick with emotion, and her breath hitched when she felt him pulse inside her with need. “I’m so fucking honored, Holly.”
Her gaze snapped to his, searching his eyes like she didn’t believe him. Like he might just be unhinged enough to lie to her to spare her feelings. But she didn’t see dishonesty in his eyes. She never had. “Really?”
He nodded slowly, eyes still wide, looking like a man who was very much on the edge of becoming an animal. “You okay?” he asked tersely. “You feel alright?”
