“Look at you,” he says. “So wet for me already, aren’t you, doll?”
He presses down, pulling a groan from my lips at the friction.
A finger hooks under the elastic, and he drags my panties down my legs, leaving me exposed.
“Spread your legs, Tessa. I want to see every inch of that pretty, soaking-wet pussy.”
He drops to his knees in front of the couch as I do as he says.
He kneels between my thighs, his beard scraping the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as he presses kisses to each leg before shoving my legs even wider.
“You’re fucking dripping for me.” His thumb drags through my folds, slow and teasing, circling my clit until I whimper and buck.
“Holt,” his name is little more than a plea on my lips.
He withdraws his hand, and I groan inprotest. “Patience, doll.” A low chuckle rumbles from his throat. “Touch your tits for me, Tessa. Show me how you play with them when you think of me.”
He’s demanding, leaving no room for refusal. Not that I want to refuse him. The way he’s watching me empowers me, making me bolder than I’ve ever felt before.
I reach up and palm my tits, squeezing their fullness and tweaking my nipples, rolling them between my fingers for him.
“Good girl,” he praises, sending a fresh, new thrill through me.
His fingers dip lower, pressing one inside me, then two, stretching me with a sharp burn that quickly melds into pleasure.
“Your little cunt is so fucking tight, Tessa.”
I moan, tears springing to my eyes as he crooks his fingers up, hitting a spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
Pleasure coils tight, its depth unfamiliar. I rock against his hand, chasing the feeling, my own fingers pulling and pinching my nipples.
“You like that, Tessa?”
I moan, squeezing my eyes shut, nodding frantically.
“Tell me,” he commands. “Tell Daddy how much you like it.”
My eyes fly open with the use of the nickname I’d given him when I was being a brat. A fresh wave of heat floods between my thighs.
He’s watching me like a wolf stalking his prey. His lips curl up into a wicked grin behind his beard, and he says it again, “Tell Daddy how much you like it, Tessa.”
I don’t hesitate. “I…yes. It feels so good.”
In response, he drops his head between my legs. He withdraws his fingers from my heat, but before I can protest, his tongue flattens out against my clit.
Broad, firm licks have my hips bucking wildly. He uses his free hand to lock down on my hip to keep me in place, pinning me down with enough bruising force to control my frenzy.
He growls, the vibration humming through me, almost breaking me.
Fingers plunge back into my wet heat. Is it three now? I’m impossibly full, stretched to the limit as he pumps in and out relentlessly, his lips sealing over my clit with ruthless suction.
It’s overwhelming—the sensationsbuilding inside me like a tidal wave that’s threatening to pull me under.
My hands thread through his hair, tugging the thick strands. I don’t know if I’m trying to hold him in place or pull him away. It’s all too much.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, lifting his head just enough to look up into my eyes, his lips shiny with my juices.
“I…I don’t know,” I whimper. It’s an honest answer. I’ve never felt like this before. It’s so raw, so all-consuming. “I’ve never…no one’s done this.”
