Page 40 of Wish You Would

“You’re cute when you act all polite.”

“I’m not trying to be polite.”

He adds a finger. “I like it when you’re bossy too.”

I moan, arching my back. “That was hardly bossy.”

“No, baby, it wasn’t. But you can be, and it’s such a fucking turn on.”

“Less talking and more action, please.”

Holden chuckles against my opening before spreadingme even wider. He’s feasting on me, running his tongue from my opening to my clit, not letting up.

He fucks me with his fingers as he sucks on the bundle of nerves then circles it, changing the rhythm until I’m writhing against his mouth.

I drop my hands to his hair to anchor him in place, so close to coming undone. He doesn’t stop, keeping the pace, licking me faster and fingering me until an illicit moan falls from my lips.

My muscles contract around his fingers and my legs tremble as my orgasm tears through me. He finally lets up and crawls over my spent body, nestling his hard cock between my legs.

His hand reaches for my face, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Feel good?”

“I think you know the answer to that.” I cup his cheek, bringing his mouth to mine. He laughs then smiles into the kiss, and it might be the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. “And by the looks of it, you enjoyed yourself too.”

“I did. You taste like heaven.”

“I guess I should find out if you taste just as good.”

“As you wish,” he says, moving beside me to his knees, stroking his cock as I open for him. “Stick out your tongue and put my cock in your mouth.”

Holden inches forward, tapping the tip of his thick erection against my tongue and I don’t hesitate, sucking on his crown before I take him as far as I can to the back of my throat. He groans as his head falls back, holding the base of his cock in his hand. “Dammit, Bee. Your mouth is perfect.”

I pop off him, wrapping my hand around the base and stroking him. “This isn’t easy. You’re big.” I take him in my mouth again.

“I’ll like whatever your mouth does to my cock. You’re sucking me so good.”

He pulls out then slides himself back in, fucking my face in long, even strokes. Holden is large. It’s the width just as much as the length. Thick and veiny, with tight, full balls.

I watch him, his eyes pinned to my lips where my mouth is full of his length. I massage his balls, trying to make him lose his mind, and when I get him close, he pulls out.

“Feel good?” I ask, with a smug smirk on my face.

He laughs. “You know the answer to that. I liked it as much as you liked it when I went down on you and feasted on your pretty pussy.”

“So sure of yourself,” I say, stretching my arms above my head.

“I am. Now, do you want to come on my cock, pretty girl?”

I smirk. “I thought you were never going to ask.”

TEN

EYES ON MINE, PRETTY GIRL

Holden

I have never been as hyped-up in my damn life as I am right now, kneeling between Briar’s parted thighs, her naked body spread over my bed, waiting for me to fuck her.

Briar is fucking perfect. Her tits, two perfect handfuls with pale pink nipples that are already hard and her hips, the perfect curve of smooth, bronze skin. My eyes roam over every inch of her, memorizing her body as my cock throbs in my hand.

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