Page 61 of Holly Ever After

My heart thunders in my chest, my jeans already growing too tight as she presses against me. It's the first time she's initiated anything, and it takes everything in my power not to take over.

“I think you might be jealous,” she whispers, pulling her hair over her shoulder and leaning so close our breaths mingle in the air between us.

“I think you might be right.”

“The mind is a powerful thing. If I can make you jealous without touching you, even in your mind, what could I do with my hands?”

She makes a deliberate show of reaching under her t-shirt to unhook her bra.

I shake my head. “Holly, what are you doing?”

She smiles and removes my beer from my hand before taking a drink of it and putting it down on the floor. “I'm going to prove to you that I'm not a total amateur.”

“I think you've already shown that, but who am I to get in the way of a woman proving a point?”

I pull her closer, loving the way she fits in my arms.

She answers by sliding off my lap, kneeling in front of me, and ripping my jeans open. Her eyes lock on mine as she unzips them, sliding them down my hips.

My breath comes out in a hiss when she wraps her hand around my cock. When I see her tongue dart out to lick her lips, I thrust into her hand.

“Fuck.” My hips rock faster. I want to make her feel how much I want her, but I'm having a hard time concentrating.

She leans forward, her hair covering her face, and I close my eyes, wondering what she's going to do. The second I feel her hot breath on me, I know I don't have to wonder anymore.

In one long, slow lick, she tastes my cock from the tip to the base.

Her tongue is soft and wet and fucking perfect.

“Holly,” I growl. I fist my hand in her hair, knowing what it does to her. The moan she lets out only makes me want to do it again. My beautiful girl likes it rough.

She rocks from where she kneels, obviously trying to ease the friction.

“Holy shit.” I grip the couch, trying to hold myself in place. It's a miracle I don't come right then. It feels like my whole body is on fire. I'm ready to explode, my muscles straining as I try to hold off.

She swirls her tongue around my tip, her fingers pushing into my thighs before she lowers her mouth onto my cock, her eyes watering. She hollows her cheeks, sucking me like she’s been doing this to me for years.

I don’t know about before, but she knows what she’s doing now.

Point taken.

I yank her head up, using her hair as leverage as I pull her to me. Our lips crash together, her tongue finding mine before I can get a word out.

Pulling her back onto the couch, I lay her down, thanking whoever the fuck is out there that she is only wearing one of my t-shirts.

I don't have time for buttons.

“No fair,” she moans. “I was enjoying that.”

“You and me both, baby. But you've proved your point.”

I put my hand on her cheek, then lean forward, kissing her lips before moving down. Licking a path from her collarbone to her breasts, I stop to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She cries out loudly, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly as I lavish attention on both of her breasts.

“You're teasing me,” she argues.

“Yeah, but I hope to make up for it by fucking you until you can't walk tomorrow.”

“We've still got questions to ask.”

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