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He husked out a chuckle that made me even wetter. “Ah, I see how it is. You got a greedy pussy, Lyric?”
Good god! Who knew the town’s buttoned-up good guy had a gift for dirty talk? It was a pleasant surprise.
I pressed my breasts harder against his chest, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth and biting down on it as I blinked up at him through the fan of my lashes while a smile curved the corners of my mouth upward.
“I’ll take that hot-as-fuck smile as a yes,” he grunted. After searing me with another kiss, he dropped down to his knees right in front of me.
“Oh shit.” I’d never seen anything sexier in all my life than Holton Clarke on his knees, those green eyes looking up at me as his nimble fingers unbuttoned my jeans.
“Take your shirt off. I want to see you.”
My arms quivered as I grabbed the hem and slowly pulled my top off, leaving me in a pale blue lace demi bra that barely contained my breasts.
His eyes flashed as he spanned my waist with both hands, his deliciously rough, callused hands abrading against my flesh. He stopped for a moment at the tattoo etched across my ribs. It was the only one I had, the dove in honor of Cal.
My belly quivered when the backs of his hands brushed the skin across my hips as he grabbed hold of the waistband.
“You want this, Little Dove? You want me to eat your pussy?”
I nodded, swallowing to ease my dry throat. “God yes. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
I let out a sharp cry when he yanked off my jeans and panties and buried his face between my thighs.
“Holy shit!” I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him even closer as his shoulders rose on a long, deep inhale.
“Damn,” he groaned, his lips trailing against the thin flesh of the crease where my thigh met my center. “You smell like heaven.”
The flat of his tongue dragged through my swollen slit, sending quakes through my entire body.
“Oh, god.Yes, Holt.”
Holton grabbed the back of my right knee and threw my leg over his shoulder, opening me wider so he could feast on me. My body writhed as he alternated between sucking on my folds and spearing me with his tongue. He was unbelievably talented with his mouth, taking me right to the brink over and over just to pull back enough to deny me my release.
I jerked on his hair, a cross between a frustrated growl and needy whimper clawing its way past my lips. “Please, Holton,” I begged, beyond reason at that point. It had been such a long time since I got off by anything other than my vibrator. My dry spell had reached Sahara levels, and I was so desperate I could barely see straight.
He moved up, sucking my clit between his lips as he slid a long finger into me.
“Don’t stop,” I cried, driving my hips closer to his face. “Yes, Holt. You feel so good.” I circled my hips as he added a second finger, chasing their thrusts as he sucked on my clit and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. “I’m so close. Holt, I’m about to—” His growl vibrated against my folds, and that was all it took. “I’m coming!” I combusted, one hand still in his hair, the other slammed against the door as I rode his tongue and fingers through one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
Holton kept at me, draining me until I felt boneless, only to build me up all over again.
I whimpered, snapping my hips back to escape his probing fingers and sinful tongue while still wanting more. “Too much,” I panted. “Holton, it’s too much.”
He lowered my leg off his shoulder and rose to his feet, his height forcing me to tilt my head way back in order to maintain eye contact. His lips glistened with my arousal, sending another shock of need straight to my core.
“You can take it, Little Dove,” he said, his tone demanding and erotic. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
My surprised yelp turned into a giggle when he tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of flour, giving my bare ass a slap before he started through the living room.
“Which way?” His voice held a razor’s edge to it, like he was holding on by a thread, dangerously close to snapping, and I couldn’twait.
“Down the hall, last door on the left.” As he started in the direction of my bedroom, I took advantage of his hold on me and did the one thing I’d been wanting to do for months. I yanked the hem of his shirt up and out of the way so I could slide my hands down the back of his pants and grip that firm, round ass that had been driving me crazy since that day at the gas station. I let out an appreciative moan the instant I got my hands on it, feeling all the hard muscle beneath smooth, warm skin. “God, you have a great ass,” I informed him.
I bounced slightly as his shoulders shook on a chuckle, then I gasped when he turned his head and nipped at the skin of my hip close to his face. “Right back at you, sweetheart.”
All humor fled moments later when he entered the bedroom and oh-so-slowly dragged me down the front of his body until the tips of my toes touched the floor. I bit down on my lower lip at the feel of his erection prodding my belly through his jeans. The thing felt hard as steel andbig. It couldn’t have been comfortable, keeping it trapped like that.
I needed to feel him, and I couldn’t wait another second. Reaching between us I palmed his cock through his jeans, squeezing as best I could through the restricting denim.
