He groans, low and ragged, and bends lower over me. His arm bands around my middle to haul me up, tighter against him. The new angle drags him even deeper, making my breath catch. “Listen to you,” he mutters, every word punctuated by a thrust. “Taking me like you were made for my cock.”
“I was,” I breathe, meaning it in a way that scares the hell out of me. “I was made for this. Foryou.To take your cock.”
“And you fucking take it so good, doll.”
His pace shifts, honing to a fine point. Every drive is aimed ruthlessly at some place inside me that makes the edges of my vision blur. My clit throbs with every impact, the friction of his body behind me and the edge of the bench all I need to push me higher than I thought possible. The pressure isbeyond intense. Hot and brutal. I don’t think I can take much more.
“I’m close,” I warn. “I don’t know?—”
“Not. Until. I. Say.”
Every word is punctuated by a thrust that makes stars explode behind my eyes.
A frustrated cry slips from my throat because in this moment, he owns me. And despite the lack of control I currently have over my own body, I know I won’t let go until he says the word.
My clit aches for his touch, but still, he doesn’t provide it.
“Please,” I whimper desperately. “Please, Daddy.”
“Please,what?” His voice is rough against my ear, just a thread shy of cruel in his torment of me. His thrusts are relentless, never faltering.
“Please let me come,” I manage, the words breaking on a sob. “I need it. I need you.”
He groans, a dark and satisfied sound that rumbles against my back. “That’s my good girl,” he mutters. “So desperate to come, you’ll say anything right now, won’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp. Want warring with shame, burning hot inside me. “I’ll say anything.”Tears are streaming down my cheeks, but I don’t care. All I care about is the orgasm I desperately need. “I’ll do anything.Please,Daddy. Let me come.”
His arm tightens around my middle, hauling me back even harder onto his cock. “Fuck yes,” he says. “Do you hear yourself, doll? Begging me to let you fall apart on my dick. That’s how I know this is exactly where you belong, Tessa. Wrapped around me, taking every fucking inch I give you until you’re begging.”
The words hit me harder than his body does. Right in that tender spot that feels a lot like my heart. For a second, it’s almost too much. All of it. All ofthis.It’s too intense. Too real. But he warned me. He told me to be careful what I asked for. But I don’t want to be careful. I want this. I wanthim.
I trust him. With my body. With my heart. With this part of me I’ve never given anyone else.
“Yes,” I whisper again, my voice totally wrecked. “This is where I belong. Here. With you.”
He curses, rough and hoarse, and then I feel his control slip. “That’s fucking right,” he grits out. Then his hand finally slidesdown between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit with perfect accuracy.
He pinches with just enough pressure to sharpen the pleasure into something blinding. At the same time, he slams deep and stays there, buried inside me.
“Come,” he orders, a command I feel in my bones. “Come apart for me, Tessa. Let go for me.”
His words give me the permission I need to detonate. The orgasm that’s been edging for so long tears through me so hard I lose my grip on everything. I scream his name, my body clamping down around him, my vision nothing but a kaleidoscope of colors.
“Fuck.” His hips jerk once more, and then I feel him letting go, too. His hot seed pulses inside me in thick, hot ropes, filling my womb.
Every throb of his release sends another aftershock racing through me, my body convulsing and squeezing every drop from him.
For a long moment, I don’t feel anything. My body is weightless. His arm, still wrapped tightly around me, holds me up. I can’t hear anything but our ragged breathing and the thud of my own heart.
Holt presses a kiss to the tender spotbeneath my ear and murmurs something I don’t quite catch, but he doesn’t release me.
Everything about what we just did was dirty and rough and amazingly perfect.
It should feel wrong. Dangerous, even.
Instead, it feels like the most honest thing I’ve ever done.
He’s not holding back anymore. He showed me every single one of his rough edges that he’d tried so hard to hide, thinking I’d go running. But I’m not.
