Page 11 of My Dreamy Holidate


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I gently push in, not wanting to hurt her, and still at her moan.

“No, keep going. God, don’t stop.”

I ease in further, pull out to the tip, and push back in. I do this several times until I am fully seated in the most beautiful woman alive.

All I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears. My stomach coils at the pleasure and my body stiffens. This is all for her.

I lean down and flick my tongue over a nipple as I glide in and out of the softest pussy I’ve ever had wrapped around my shaft.

Her hands fall back into my hair, and her nails scratch my head. Shivers rocket down my spine and back up. Her touch is like lightning through my body.

Her head thrashes from side to side on the bed, and she opens her legs wider so I can move in closer and get deeper.

I lift myself from her breast and gaze into her eyes. I want to watch her as I take her. Her breathing starts to get ragged and quick. Her eyes start to widen and that softness tightens around me.

“So close…” she pants out, her eyes closing to concentrate.

My hand moves in between us, and I swipe her pleasure button softly, watching her reaction. She nods with her eyes closed, and I quicken and deepen my thrusts into her.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Her chants are like a melody I’ll never forget. An earworm — but the good kind.

So very good.

Then, on cue, she clamps down on my hard cock and her back arches. Her eyes snap open and her gaze locks to mine.

I keep on thrusting, ensuring she embraces her release fully. Her body jolts with little shocks as she comes down. Gritting my teeth, I wait to release. Watching her break apart and come back together because of me is the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. It’s such a beautiful moment that I’ll never forget.

“Oh, fuck, Riggs. I think I love you more now.”

I chuckle, but soon my teeth are clenched and I’m taking in the beauty under me. The flush of her skin. The sleepy smile on her face. And when she licks her top lip, I’m done for.

I grip the headboard hard as I slam myself into her once, twice, three times, before I rocket to meet my own release with a long, guttural groan.

Sweat coats my body, my breathing is loud, and every ounce of energy has zapped its way out of me.

I lay down on top of Nicklin’s body, too spent to even kiss her.

Nicklin giggles and runs her hand down my back. “Oh, wow. That was just… wow.”

“Give me a minute. That was only the appetizer.” I chuckle.

We both laugh. I can’t wait to get to the entrée and dessert.

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I whistle as I scramble up some eggs and make breakfast again for Nicklin. Glancing over my shoulder, Nicklin sits on my big island, wearing my button-up shirt, where only a couple of buttons are closed—playing peek-a-boo with her soft, sweet breasts.

She picks at the remaining fruit platter beside her and sucks on her fingers as she nibbles on each piece of fruit.

I groan. “Be good. You’re killing me over here with that finger sucking.”

She giggles, and I think, screw it, turn off the stove, plant myself firmly between her legs, and kiss the hell out of her. I want her to leave here with swollen lips and my mark.

She’s only mine.

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