“Fuck, you’re wet for me, aren’t you, Tessa?”
She nods. My fingers flutter, inches from her clit. “Yes, Daddy,” she manages. “I’m so wet for you. I want you so bad.”
Still, I don’t give her the touch she’s craving. Instead, I press my fingers to her mouth so she can taste her own arousal. Her eyes are wide as she sucks them clean.
“Please, Holt.”
She’s practically vibrating in my arms. Desperate and wanting. Fucking beautiful.
My hand cups one perfect tit, squeezingand kneading before I give her hard nipple a sharp pinch, soothing it with my tongue a moment later.
Her knees buckle, but I’m holding her tight. “Please.I’m going to come. Ineedto?—”
I spin her roughly and without warning so she’s once more pressed up against the workbench, her hands splaying on the scarred wood, trying to find purchase.
I’ve tortured my girl long enough.
“Remember what I said.” I step in, my body lining up behind hers, my cock nudging between her thighs. I swipe my thick, throbbing head through her slick, making her cry out. “No touching yourself,” I remind her. “And you don’t get to come until I decide you’ve earned it.”
A shiver ripples through her. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck. The neediness in her voice when she calls me that is going to be my undoing.
My hand settles between her shoulder blades, pushing her down further until the angle is perfect. I nudge her knees further apart, forcing her wider.
I drag the head of my cock through her wet folds, coating myself in her. “Tell me what you want, Tessa. I need to hear it.”
She swallows, breath hitching as I slidejust the head inside her tight pussy and pull back out again, teasing. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispers. Then, stronger, “Show me how you like it, Holt. No holding back.”
A dark satisfaction curls in my gut. That’s exactly what I needed to hear.
Tessa
He pushes just the head of his thick cock into me, then pulls out. But the moment I tell him exactly what he wants to hear, the teasing stops.
One second, I’m braced against the workbench; the next, he’s driving into me in one unrestrained, hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch rips a cry from my throat, but the sharp sting melts almost instantly into a deep, perfect fullness. He’s so big. Sothere.It feels like my body has been waiting for this exact feeling my whole life.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my fingers clawing at the wooden countertop. “Holt?—”
He clamps his hands on my hips, holding me exactly where he wants me as he pulls all the way out and then slams back in. No careful testing or slow build like last time.This is a hard, deliberate, punishing rhythm that sends sparks shooting down my spine with every thrust.
The bench creaks under us, the sound of our bodies slapping together, loud in the quiet shop.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he grits out behind me, his voice rough in my ear. “No holding back, Tessa. This is me. Raw, hungry, and fucking you like I mean it.”
“Yes,” I cry, the word punched out of me with the next thrust of his hips. “Yes. Don’t stop.Pleasedon’t stop.”
I’ve been chasing an orgasm for what feels like forever. My release is dancing right on the edge, as if I could tumble over any second. But his warning rings in my ear:You don’t get to come until I decide you’ve earned it.
Why do his dirty words, hisorders,feel so damn good?
I know the answer. I feel it in my bones. It feels good,hefeels good because every touch, every command is for me just as much as it’s for him. And it’s the real him.
He’s showing me exactly who he is: rough and unrestrained but caring and giving andlovingall at the same time.
My world narrows to the burn and slideof his cock plunging mercilessly in and out. Every stroke hits deep, just shy of too much, making my legs tremble. It shouldn’t feel like this, like every thrust is hammering something into place, but it does. It feels like a connection—raw andreal.
“I love this,” I choke out the words on a breath before I can second-guess them. “I love you like this, Holt.”
