Page 132 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

I loved her like this. My dream girl. Smiling for real at me, laughing and naked and open with me. Letting me please her and work for her.

I’d work for her. I’d work for her so fucking hard.

“Holden?” The smile dimmed as she stared back at me. She swallowed. “You okay?”

I always liked it when she said my name but this one drifted out of her mouth, floated onto my chest, and sunk into my heart, where it would stay for the rest of my fucking life.

I nodded, throat tight, and sucked a breath in through my nose.

“Good,” she whispered, before she lifted her hips, circled her fingers around my cock, and nudged me into her entrance. I gripped her hip, guiding her, heavy gaze locked on hers. She stretched around my length, so warm and slick and soft and tight. Her eyes fell closed and she moaned.

“Fuuuuuuuck.” My voice was ragged. Heat and pressure built low in my stomach and I clenched my teeth together, breathing hard. My fingers dug into the soft skin of her hips and she slid down until I was in to the hilt.

I held her down on me and dragged my gaze down her body, sitting on top of me with a wide-eyed expression of pleasure. She blinked and breathed through her nose.

“It’s so good, it hurts,” she whispered. Her hands splayed wide on my chest and her fingers flexed against my skin at the same time her pussy clamped me. “So, so good, Holden.”

“I know, baby.” Pressure squeezed the base of my spine. My head pounded with blood. It was too good, being inside her. My skin was on fire, lit up as electricity ripped through my veins. A primal, possessive, desperate need to fuck rose through me and my hands shook as I moved to palm her tits.

“I’m going to go too hard,” I managed. I could feel my brows pinching and the desperate look on my face. “Going to lose it.”

“So lose it.” Power flickered through her eyes and she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth.

My eyes closed, brain short circuiting. I pulsed inside her. “Sadie.”

“Holden.” Her voice teased.

“Take what you need,” I gasped. My vision blurred and I sucked another breath in. She squeezed my cock with a look of mischief and my balls pulled up to my body. “Please.”

She shifted her hips and I groaned. She rose and slid down my cock so I was inside her to the hilt. Pleasure and lust pressure-cooked my brain.

“Like that?” She did it again, eyes gleaming. Her tits bounced with her motion.

“Just like that.”

Her hands flattened on my chest as she leaned forward, working my cock between her legs, and her mouth opened. The sight ripped the breath from my lungs.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” My voice was jagged as I held on to the last shreds of sanity and control. “An angel.”

Her gaze flared down at me and a smug expression washed over her face as she bounced up and down on my cock a little faster. My hands covered hers on my chest. My pulse thickened and heat pooled low in my belly. My abs flexed tight and sweat gathered on my forehead. Every muscle in my body pulled tight.

Not yet not yet not yet not yet not yet one more minute please please please one more moment like this.

She flexed around me, I pulsed. Her eyes met mine in surprise. “Oh.” Her head tilted to the side as she leaned back a couple inches and her eyes went wider. “Oh,” she gasped, different this time. Her surprised expression melted into pleasure and she bit her lip. “Right there.” She moved faster and sucked in a breath.

One of my hands slipped out from under hers to brush her clit.

She jerked and squeezed me when I touched the tight bud of nerves. My body strained and sweat poured off my forehead with exertion but I held on with everything I had.

“One more,” I bit out.

I gently stroked her clit and she let out a long, low moan, head falling back. Tits bouncing as she rose and dropped onto my aching cock. Long, delicate neck bared for me. Hands pressed urgently into my chest, fingers tensing each time my length stroked inside her soaking pussy. I swirled the pad of my thumb over her clit in fast circles and her tremors began.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I urged her. “Come on.”

She nodded again and again and my hips thrust up to meet her, pound into her harder. She cried out.

“Say my name.” I was coming apart at the seams, holding on with everything I had as she fluttered harder around my cock.

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