Page 25 of Charmed and Alarmed

Ididn’t expect him to stay the night.

There wasn’t a world where I could imagine Holden Ellinger—expert in all things anti-commitment—cuddling me.

Last night wasn’t anything like I imagined, though. I didn’t expect him to be sweet or to be more interested in making me come than getting himself off. Truth be told, the tattoos and pierced dick were the smallest surprises of the evening, so I really should have thrown all expectations out the window.

Waking up to find him wrapped around me is still a surprise, however. We’re both naked, and Holden’s morning wood is pressing against my butt cheek, a reminder of why there’s a dull, unfamiliar ache between my thighs.

A lazy smile pulls at the corners of my lips as, experimentally, I clench my inner muscles, and the resulting throb sends a hot lick of desire up my spine. After going without it for so long, I am officially a fan of sex, or at least, I’m a fan of sex with Holden Ellinger.

Behind me, the man responsible for my new lifestyle change grumbles quietly in his sleep, his slow, deep breathing tickling the back of my neck. Biting my lip, I consider our current position. Holden’s arm is draped over my waist, his hand cupping my boob. Swallowing, I stare down at the unfamiliar limb, tracking the black ink over every inch of skin I can see. Most of them are architectural, famous structures that have stood the test of time. Beautiful and timeless and adorably dorky.

Adorable?Did I seriously just think of Holden Ellinger asadorable?

How the hell did I get here? Six months ago, I was living my best ballerina life in New York. Now, I’m squatting in my sister’s apartment and just lost my virginity to my father’s business partner, also known as my boss. It wasn’t some sordid, dirty thing, either. Okay, so maybe it was a little dirty, but not in a bad way.

Holden’s arm tightens as he rolls his hips, grinding his dick against me.

“Good morning.” His voice is low and raspy, and desire pools low in my belly as he draws his thumb back and forth over my nipple, stroking it lazily.

I let out a shaky sigh, pressing back against him as my clit gives a dull throb. “Good morning.”

Without another word, Holden rolls us slightly until I’m being pressed flat into the mattress, surrounded and weighed down by his larger body. “Lift your hips,” he rasps in my ear, guiding them up and back so he can push a pillow under my pelvis.

“What’s this for?” I feel ridiculous with my ass in the air, but the question is gone as quickly as it came as Holden’s cock settles against my opening. He doesn’t pause. With a low grunt, he presses forward, filling me until there’s no space left for him to take up. I’m stretched to my limit, his pierced tip deeper than it was even last night, and my body responds immediately, flooding his dick with arousal.

“It lets me get deeper into this virgin cunt,” he hisses in my ear, my pussy clinging to his length as he withdraws. My moan is wanton and shameless as he gives me a few slow, measured thrusts.

“Not anymore,” I sigh, reaching over my shoulder to twist my fingers through Holden’s hair. “You saw to that last night, remember?”

His teeth graze the sensitive skin below my ear, and I hear my loud, keening cry as if it were issued by someone else. “I’ll remember that until the day I die, princess.”

I’m hyperaware of every inch of his length dragging in and out of my body, and the slow, rhythmic thud of the headboard hitting the wall every time he hits bottom, driving me farther up the mattress.

“Fuck,” I hear myself moan, reaching back to tangle my fingers through his hair as he kisses my neck. “Holden?—”

“That’s right. Moan my fucking name,” he hisses. His well-toned arms are bracketing my torso, and I see them strain as he begins to take me harder. “Who popped your cherry, princess? Who fills this pussy?”

I can barely focus on the words he’s saying, and my attention problem isn’t improved when he shifts his weight, taking my free hand in his and pressing it below my body to my clit. Our bodies are a tangled mess, two writhing, half-mad creatures, desperate to make this as good for one another as possible.

“You,” I pant, allowing him to guide my fingers in slow tight circles over the slick nub between my legs. “You fill me so good, baby…” He groans at my words, and, emboldened, I continue. “When I woke up, I could still feel how much you stretched me.”

“Yeah? You like to feel it when I’m done with you?” he rasps, his voice dark with promise. I whimper as he pulls back and grabs my hips, yanking them up. My face is still pressed into the mattress, and I look over my shoulder at the god of a man behind me, his hand fisting his massive cock. I let out a little yelp as he enters me again.

Holden makes a low noise of pleasure, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he pulls them wide, watching the way my body clings to his as he pulls out. Then, without warning, he lets loose.

I squeal as he moves his grip to my hips and pulls me back with every thrust, setting an unrelenting, bruising pace. I feel like a doll, being used and manhandled, a young, tight pussy for my father’s business partner to do what he wants with, andI fucking love it.

“Holden,Holden, oh fuck—” I cry, my fingers clawing at the sheets beneath us as tension coils low in my abdomen, threatening to snap at any moment.

He releases his hold on me and pulls out, snatching my orgasm away from me at the very last second. My frustrated sob turns into a cry as he brings his hand down on my ass, slapping it four, five, six times in quick succession. “I want to fuck you here.” A thumb presses firmly against the puckered hole between my cheeks, massaging it in gentle circles just like he did last night.

My answering giggle is bordering on hysterical. “I’m not sure you’d fit.”

Holden eases his cock back into me, but keeps his thumb where it is, teasing the tip in and out in time with his thrusts. The wet, sloppy noises make my face prickle with heat, but I’m too far gone, too desperate to truly care.

“Making it fit is half the fun, princess.” His thumb presses deeper, eased by my arousal, and I gasp, shaking, at how full I feel. “How’s that? Too much?”

My head shakes against the mattress, unable to contain the flow of whimpers and moans falling from my lips at the sensory overload he’s giving me. “Holden,please,” I whine, bucking back against him, desperate to come.

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