“What?” His brows furrow, and he jerks away but doesn’t release his hold on my hip. “Christ, Tessa. Are you a?—”
“No!” Heat floods my face, but I push through the embarrassment. “I’m not a…I’m just…I don’t have much experience,” I desperately try to explain. “Just a few boys at school. Quick, fumbling…nothing real. Nothing likethis.” The confession feels vulnerable.Toovulnerable. It hangs between us.
His expression shifts. It’s not judgment but something deeper. Hungrier. “Guess that means this pussy is mine to ruin, doll,” he growls, his eyes blazing as he dives back in with more ferocity than before.
His tongue lashes my clit, fingersthrusting deeper, twisting and plunging, claiming every shudder he pulls from me as my orgasm rips through me.
My cry echoes in the cabin as I clench around him, waves pulsing endlessly as I shatter.
He doesn’t stop, licking me through every wave, soft laps prolonging the bliss until I’m twitching, oversensitive, and boneless.
And only just getting started.
Holt
I’m going to hell. Straight to the fucking fiery pit of hell.
And I don’t care.
The only thing that matters is this perfect woman splayed out before me, thighs wide, her sweet little cunt glistening like a goddamn offering.
Her beautiful, big eyes are closed, her flushed chest rising and falling with every breath as she tries to come back to herself.
Back to me.
Because I’m nowhere near done with her. Not yet.
Not ever.
I push the thought away before it can take root because I already know I’m in dangerous territory here with her. I can push it from my mind, but the reality is this is my best friend’s daughter that I’m about to fuck.
And even that sharp slap of reality can’t keep me away from her. Not now.
Not after I’ve tasted her sweet pussy and felt her tremble against my lips.
I’ve fucked plenty of no-strings women who know exactly what they’re getting with me. Rough, relentless, no names, no promises, dirty, hard sex. That’s it.
But her…
She’s so innocent and eager. The way she whispers fantasies aboutme.
No. I’m not walking away.
Her confession hit like a punch. Inexperienced boys who didn’t deserve her or know what they had.Fucking idiots.
I rise slowly, licking my lips, savoring the taste of her honey again.
She blinks up at me, both completely wrecked and needing more. Her lips are parted, nipples pebbled and pink, her pussy still fluttering from her first orgasm.
“Fuck, look at you,” I rasp, palming her thigh and dragging my thumb through herdripping folds one last teasing time, making her shiver under my touch. “You look so fucking pretty when you come, doll. But that pussy wants more, doesn’t it?”
I pinch her clit gently. Just enough to make her hips buck desperately.
“Yes,” she groans, biting her swollen lower lip. Her hands reach for me. “I need more. Please.”
My cock strains painfully against my jeans. I’m leaking like a goddamn teenager as I tug my jeans and boxer briefs down, kicking them off behind me. My cock springs free—heavy, thick, veined, and throbbing.
Tessa’s eyes are wide, her pretty lips dropped open in an O.
