As if he can read my mind and is purposely holding back—I’m sure he is—he pulls his hand away so suddenly, I want to scream.
“Greedy girl for Daddy, aren’t you?”
The use of the nickname makes my knees buckle. I nod in response,and then quickly remember myself. “Yes,” I moan. “I need more, Daddy.”
A naughty thrill goes through me. It feels sexy and dirty in the best possible way.
A growl rumbles from him. Again, I squirm to try to turn so I can see him, but he’s holding me firm. The sound of his belt releasing, followed by the teeth of his zipper, makes me vibrate in anticipation. I thrust my ass backward, desperate for more, but he’s still not touching me.
My pussy throbs, aching for his fingers on me once more, but torturously, he steps back instead of coming closer.
A whine escapes my throat as I buck my hips, trying in vain to ease the ache between my legs.
“What’s the problem, Tessa?” His voice is teasing, but it holds an edge to it.
“I… I need you… Holt…”
“You want to come, Tessa?” One finger slicks through my wet folds, and I cry out.
“Yes.” My hips thrust wildly, searching for more, but he’s gone again.
“You will,” he says, and with his hand still wrapped around both of my wrists, he tugs me to standing and spins me to face him. “But not until I say so.”
His pupils are dark, hungry as he rakeshis gaze up and down my body. My breath is coming in quick pants, my breasts heaving, and I can feel the heat in my cheeks as I stand before him. I’m so desperate for release that I can hardly think straight.
I know he was worried about being too much for me, but I truly can’t get enough of this version of him.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Holt wraps his hand gently around my throat and pulls me toward him, claiming my mouth with his again until I’m panting against him. “But you’re wearing too many clothes.Myclothes.”
“You don’t like me wearing?—”
“I like it very fucking much,” he cuts in, his voice low and rough with need. “But I want to see you. All of you.” His gaze drops to my chest. “Take it off.”
I hesitate for half a second, just long enough for his hand to fall away.
“Now.”
The word sends a shiver down my spine.
There’s no room for argument—not that I want to argue. My fingers move to the buttons, fumbling slightly in my haste as I strip the flannel from my body and let it fall to the floor at my feet, before doing the same with my bra.
His breath catches, and his gaze sweeps over me, slow and deliberate, eye-fucking every inch of me. “That’s better.” He sucks in a breath before pulling his shirt off over his head, leaving him completely and gloriously naked. His massive cock jutting out, filling the space between us, I can’t help but stare at it.
“On your knees, doll,” he commands. “I want to see that sassy mouth wrapped around my cock.”
Holt
I release her hands, and without hesitation, she drops to her knees on the sawdust-covered concrete floor.
I thought seeing her ass, prettily pink from the sting of my hand, was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I was wrong.
Having Tessa on her knees in front of me—her pupils blown wide with desire and need, her lips swollen from our kisses, parted and ready to take me in, her lush tits rising and falling faster and faster in anticipation—is hands down the hottest view I’ve ever had.
“You want my cock, Tessa?” She nods,her tongue slipping from her lips. Precum spills from my thick, throbbing head. I fist my cock and stroke it in long, slow lengths. “I want to hear you beg for it.”
Her eyes grow wide. She swallows hard.
I know this is all new for her. She’s too young, too inexperienced to have ever been with a man like me. A man who demands things from her.
