Page 56 of Holiday Interference
“Lie down,” I rasp. “Now.”
She opens her mouth to argue, but then sees the look on my face.
She stretches back across the sheets, lazy and lethal, like a goddess on her throne, her pussy glistening with need.
“Now, it’s time to take care of you properly.”
She tilts her head, her eyes quizzical. “Don’t you need a break?”
I stroke my hardening cock and grin. “Not when you have the view I have at this moment.”
A faint pink stains her cheeks, but she’s still my sassy Noelle. “You gonna make good on that worship now?”
“Oh, I’m gonna make you forget your name.”
I crawl over her, hands planted beside her head.
“Turn over like a good girl, Noelle.”
Her gaze scorches me. “Yes, sir.”
The look in her eyes almost undoes me. It’s like she’s baring more than her body. Like the permission costs her something.
A piece of herself she doesn’t give away lightly.
She flips over and gets on her knees. As much as I want to bury myself inside her in one quick move, I take my time.
I pull her hips back with reverent hands. Her ass arches, back curving in a way that makes my whole body ache.
I grip her waist, lean down to whisper against her spine.
“You’re fucking perfect.”
Then I line up, slide into her slowly, inch by inch, her pussy tightening around me like a vise.
She gasps, moans, shoves her face into the pillow with a desperate sound.
“Cal…”
“I’ve got you,” I growl, hands gripping her waist tight. “Let go for me.”
I start to move.
And it’s like the world drops away.
The rhythm is hard, slow, deep—deliberate. Her body fits mine like we were made for this, like we’ve been waiting to get here our whole lives.
“God, you feel so good,” I breathe, one hand slipping to her hip. “You were made for me, weren’t you?”
She whimpers, fisting the sheets.
“You like being taken like this?” I lean in closer. “You like being mine?”
“Yes.” Her voice is broken. Honest.Raw.
I lose it.
My hand slides down, fingers circling her clit, stroking her while I keep thrusting deep. Her muscles clench tight, breath hitching.
