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‘Jesus, Holly.’ The way he breathes my name like that, like a benediction, kicks my arousal up another level. ‘You’re so fucking wet.’

I pant as I run my thumb over his leaking tip. ‘You are too,’ I say, my voice so husky I barely recognise it as mine.

‘I’m about to get wetter,’ he says, and then his lips brush my ear as he whispers, ‘You ready to use that big brain of yours?’

I nod at his hoarse enquiry because speaking seems impossible now.

‘Good,’ he mutters. ‘I’m thrusting inside you now. Can you feel me?’

There’s nothing but some increased pressure from the outside, but in my imagination I feel the thick hard push of him in every cell of my body as he enters me. I gasp as lights flare behind my eyes. ‘Yes,’ I say on a moan, my hand squeezing him rhythmically now.

He groans. ‘Oh Holly, baby, you feel so fucking tight.’

‘More.’

‘You want more?’ he pants into my ear.

‘Yes.’

‘You want me to fuck you harder?’

I cry out at the thought and squeeze him harder. ‘Yes.’

‘How’s that?’ He grunts once, twice, three times as if he’s thrusting. ‘Fucking you into the floor. Can you feel it?’

My response isn’t decipherable, coming from somewhere in the back of my throat because even though I’m totally in myhead now, picking up the fantasy he’s putting down, I feel every moment, every sensation. His big body is hunched over mine, his hips are a piston splitting me in two as he slams in and out, in and out, in and out.

‘God, Holly.’ He groans and presses a row of kisses down my neck. ‘You should see your face.’

A part of me wants to open my eyes to see his face, but the fact Danny is watching me as he narrates this dirty-talking fantasy increases my arousal tenfold. If I open my eyes, reality might intrude – the real Holly might appear. And I like this Holly, even if I don’t recognise her.

‘In and out,’ he says, continuing his low, rough narration, and I almost come from that alone. I swear I feel the first low pulse deep, deep inside. ‘In and out.’

The pressure eases externally but I barely register it as behind my lids, Danny fucks me into the floor. I barely register his hand sliding up to the hard, engorged knot of nerves between my legs. I’m so sensitive there I cry out as he presses his fingers against it.

‘Shhh,’ he whispers, ‘you’re okay, I got you.’

I don’t have to see to know his mouth is hovering over mine. His warm breath bathes my lips and my tongue flicks out to wet them from the dry rasp of my panting.

‘That’s right,’ he says as his fingers circle. ‘In and out. Think about my cock pounding in and out. Because it’s always going to be my cock that you fantasise about from now on, isn’t it, Holly?’

‘Yes.’ My clitoris pulses as my core pulls tight. Danny has ruined me for other men.

‘When you’re touching yourself late at night,’ he persists, warm air puffing against my mouth as fantasy Danny’s cock fills and stretches me.

‘Yes.’

‘Good,’ he mutters, increasing the tempo of his fingers.

There’s something about Danny’s fingers that are perfect for the job. Rough to my smooth, thick to my slender, finessed to my fumbling. And so damn knowing, working my clitoris like he must work his drumsticks, deft and sure.

He kisses me then and I moan, the taste of chocolate teasing me. I squeeze his cock and lick into his mouth, needing more – deeper and harder like his fantasy thrusts that feel so startlingly real. His groan fills my head and when he says, ‘I’m right to the hilt, Holly, come for me now,’ against my mouth – I am gone.

My body flares in one bright, blinding flash. I gasp, breaking our lip-lock at the sudden, violent clench of my walls around the imagined unyielding thickness of his cock high and hard inside me. Pleasure bursts like popping candy from deep inside my pelvis and I cry out as my body shudders through a pleasure so violent I’m not sure I’ll survive it.

‘Jesus, Doc, you’re hot when you come,’ Danny whispers in my ear as I thrash and gasp. ‘I can’t decide what I want more right now. To fuck you or to eat you.’

His words push me higher, and I hold on for as long as I can, clinging to Danny and the pleasure until it starts to tail away, and I’m left panting and limp in its wake.