Page 75 of Wish You Would

“Holden, do you—”

“Like eating you as much as you like it when I lick you?” I nod, my bottom lip trapped under my teeth, unable to speak when his tongue enthusiastically licks the length of me. “If I told you I could spend hours between your thighs with my face buried in your pussy and never be full, would that answer your question?”

He grins. A jaw-dropping, naughty smirk before going back down on me. My god, this man.

Holden doesn’t stop in his relentless pursuit and when his fingers hook inside me, fluttering against my inner wall, I see bright white, earth-shattering stars. I rock against his face, panting, silently begging him for more but unsure of just how much more I can take.

I hold off my orgasm for as long as I can until my back is arching and my hands grip the strands of his thick, dark hair. More pleasure than I’ve ever known wracks my bodyuntil I’m spent and boneless, lifeless and blissed-out. Moaning and crying.

When I finally catch my breath, I open my eyes to see Holden on his knees, wiping my arousal from his mouth, his cock jutted between us. He fists his thick shaft, leaning forward to suck on my tongue.

“I want you bare. Do I need a condom?”

Holden waits for my answer.

“I’ve been tested and I’m good.”

“I’m good too.”

He sighs. “You look so fucking beautiful sprawled naked on my bed with my baby in your belly, Bee. Do you have any idea how hot you look?”

“I’m getting bigger by the minute.” I smile, absentmindedly running my palm over my tummy.

“I’ve never seen anything sexier.”

He has no idea what his words do to me. None. I’ve always been confident in my body but when your boyfriend is built like a professional athlete and your body is changing by the second, it’s hard not to be a little self-conscious.

“You’re beautiful and I want you,” he murmurs, stroking my hair.

“I want you too.” My eyes drift down to his cock, which is rock hard and weeping at the tip.

Holden positions himself at my entrance, his eyes seared to mine. I haven’t forgotten how my body had to stretch to accommodate him, how I felt him for days between my thighs. Holden is large.

“You ready for my cock, pretty girl?”

“I’m ready.”

The look in his eyes steals my breath. Intense, like I’m the only thing that matters to him in this world. His eyes are heavy-lidded with desire, and it leaves goosebumps over myskin. He notches his erection into my opening and slowly sinks inside of me, inch by inch, stretching me. Pleasure mixed with pain. “Relax for me, Bee. Let me in.”

He covers my lips with his own, kissing me deeply until he’s buried all the way to the hilt, and I can feel the smattering of groomed, dark hair brushing against my clit. “Holden.”

“You feel unbelievable.” He rolls his hips, pinches my nipple, pulling out to the tip and thrusting back in. I am so full, addicted to the way Holden feels buried inside of me.

“Better than incredible.” I reach for his nape, drawing his mouth down to mine, our mouths fusing together in a desperate, needy kiss.

He doesn’t hold back, the muscles in his arms and torso tensing as he grinds into me. Needing to feel him, my fingers dust over the hard planes of his taut muscles until they tighten even more.

He groans a desperate sound. “Don’t stop touching me.”

I love it when he tells me what he wants. When he’s unhinged for me. My fingers continue exploring the grooves and valleys of his torso, digging into his sides.

“Such a good girl for me, Bee.”

Holden lets out a possessive growl, thrusting into me, and I gasp when he hits me at just the right spot. “I’m so close. Oh god, Holden.”

“Come for me, baby. I want you to drench my cock so I can fill you to the brim.”

He reaches between us, circling my clit with his middle finger. My legs start to shake, and the base of my spine begins to tingle.

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