Page 38 of Holly's Grizzly

I refuse to let it ruin these moments I have with Holly.

“I’ll always take my time with you, sweetheart,” I say, rumbling the words into the tender skin below her ear, and she shivers with pleasure. “All the time in the world, it’s yours.”

Sometime in the deepest, darkest hours of the night, I wake with the immediate feeling of something missing.

It only takes a few bleary moments to realize what it is.

As we slept, my cock slipped out of Holly’s tight, warm cunt, and in my half-sleeping stupor, that feels entirely unacceptable.

She stirs, and must feel that same sense of loss, because she lets out a frustrated little moan as she pushes her hips back toward mine. The swell of her pert, perfect ass presses to my erection, and I push back, the head of my cock slipping between her cheeks, sliding down to her soaked entrance.

We both groan, but Holly moves first. Faster than I expected, given she only woke a few moments ago, she turns in my arms and throws herself across my chest, claiming my mouth.

Her kiss is hard, deep, demanding, and my body roars back to life, all the lingering, hazy tendrils of sleep disappearing in an instant. I growl against her lips, and she moans, stroking her tongue against mine, moving until she’s sprawled out on top of me.

Her knees fall to either side of my hips, her naked body fitting itself into every inch of mine. I thrust up to meet her, andshe moans again, grinding her cunt into the hard, ready length of my cock.

“Holly,” I say, half out of my mind and desperate for her, still reeling from the whiplash of going from dead asleep to burning for her in the span of a few heartbeats. “Sweetheart.”

I don’t know if it’s a warning, or a plea, maybe both.

With a firm grip and a decisive shift of her hips, Holly guides me inside her. She rears back, sitting up and sinking herself onto me.

Unable to help myself, I fling an arm to the side. After bashing my hand against the lamp a couple of times, I finally manage to turn it on.

And fuck, am I glad I did.

Holly has her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she rocks her hips and works herself onto my full length.

Her pretty cunt is stretched wide around my cock, her thighs straining, her breasts thrust forward with the arch of her back. Her golden hair catches the lamplight and her nipples tighten with pleasure and the slight chill in the air.

Taking her hips in a firm grip, I ease her down the last couple of inches.

“Look at you,” I breathe. “Just perfect for me, Holly.”

As if on command, she peels her eyes open and glances down. Her gaze darkens with satisfaction and hunger as she sees where I have her spread wide, where I’m sprawled out below her, completely at her mercy.

She plants both her hands on my chest, nails biting slightly into my skin as she gasps with the change in angle, and lowers her mouth to mine.

I growl into the kiss, hips bucking up to meet her. “You want to ride me, sweetheart?”

Holly lets out another gasp, meeting my thrust. “Yes.”

“Let me see, then. Lean back.”

She obeys, bracing her hands on my thighs behind her, putting herself on full display for me.

And then she starts moving.

Lifting herself almost all the way off my cock, she sinks back down with a hard, brutal snap of her hips, making both of us groan. Once, twice, again, she finds a rhythm that suits her, rolling her body against mine, grinding, driving me out of my godsdamned mind.

It’s all I can do to stave off the climax that’s already tightening in my balls, gathering low in my belly, so fucking overstimulated by the sight and the feel of her—the tight grip of her cunt and the unimaginably erotic vision of her moving on me, taking her pleasure, claiming me, owning me.

I find the swollen bud of her clit with my thumb, giving it a firm press and growling my satisfaction at the cry it elicits from her. I do it again, moving in slow circles with a steady, unyielding pressure. I feel her cunt tighten around me, and watch pleasure and desperation break over her face as her climax builds.

“Irving,” she gasps. “Irving, god. Yes. More.”

Gods, I’ll never tire of it. I’ll never tire of hearing Holly demand what she wants, of being the one to give it to her.

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