Page 130 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

“Something about how good it felt.” I slapped her ass again and she cried out. My mouth hitched.

“We want different things.” Her eyes were closed tight and I added a third finger. They snapped open and her back arched again. “Oh my god.” She shook her head and her glazed eyes met mine.

“Fucking beautiful.”

“And I don’t want to disappoint you.” Her head fell back onto my chest.

“You’dneverdisappoint me, honey,” I growled. “Never.”

“I can’t move here.”

I froze, fingers buried in her, hand on the soft curve of her ass. Her limbs were everywhere. Her wetness coated my hand and my stomach beneath her. My cock was so hard it hurt. My balls ached for her. She was a minute from coming and she was throwing everything she had at me to keep us apart.

Something unwelcome streaked through my chest. Sadie in my bedroom felt right, more right than anything I’d ever experienced. Like the missing puzzle piece in my life. My dream girl, who made blanket forts and poked my mouth to make me smile, gasping my name in this room.

I wanted it to be our room.

“You’re the boss, honey.” I stroked her with my fingers, long and slow, and her head dropped to my chest as she shuddered out a ragged breath. “What do you want?”

She didn’t answer, just moaned as I kept stroking her. She wanted this, but she was scared, because everything between us was big, intense, and real.

Something wrapped around my heart. I was scared, too.

In a quick motion, I lifted her and slipped down the bed so her pussy was inches from my mouth. Her incredible, musky scent made me harder and her folds glistened with her arousal. My fingers dug into her hips and I pulled her down to me, driving my tongue up into her wet entrance.

We groaned together and she tremored around my tongue.

“Holden,” she gasped, trying to wiggle away. “I’ll crush you.”

“So crush me.” My tongue worked up and down her folds, swirling her clit. I squeezed her perfect ass, cupping it and kneading, pulling her further to my mouth. “Kill me with this incredible pussy. Make my last breaths the best of my life.”

Above me, her hands came to the headboard, back arching and tits heaving as her chest rose and fell.

“I’ll be fucking my hand to the sight of you riding my face for the rest of my life,” I growled against her entrance before swirling my tongue over her.

She ground against my lips, needy and desperate. I sucked her clit and she bucked.

“Have you thought about staying?” I demanded, working her pussy on my fingers. “Have you pictured it?”

She huffed, arching her back as I touched that spot inside her.

“Have you?” I bit out.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Okay? Yes, I pictured it.”

A slow, lazy grin pulled at my mouth as I watched her ride my hand and mouth. The best view in the whole goddamned universe.

“We’re done being friends with benefits,” I told her. We were anything but friends. Liquid flooded my tongue and I grinned against her swollen lips. “You’re staying with me until March.”

She moaned and leaned her forehead on the headboard, hair hanging down in a curtain while I sucked at her clit.

“I’m still figuring everything out.” Her words came out in stutters and gasps.

“You taste so fucking sweet.”

“I can’t do anything serious.”

“This was serious the day I met you. Come for me, honey. Come on my mouth like I need.”

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