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Holton let out a groan and dropped his forehead down onto mine. I licked my lips, my gaze rapt on the growing bulge behind his fly as his ragged breaths sawed in and out past his lips, blowing the little wisps of hair at my temples.
“You want my cock, Little Dove?”
More than I could recall ever wanting anything. That statement played through my head, but words failed me. All I could do was nod my head.
“That’s not good enough, Lyric, and you know it. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me what you want me to do with it.” His smile was downright wicked, and I was suddenly overcome with the desire to drive him as wild as he’d made me. I wanted him to lose all reason.
“Holton,” I breathed, releasing his shaft and gently dragging the very tips of my nails along the sensitive skin right above the top of his jeans.
His nostrils flared on a sharp inhale, the black of his pupils nearly swallowing that pale jade green as a small tremble worked through his body. “Yeah, darlin’?”
I popped the button of his jeans and slowly worked the zipper down. “I want your cock.” My voice came out low and throaty, the words dripping with desire as I reached into his pants and gripped him firmly. My eyes widened as I felt, for the first time, the actual size of him. Turned out, he was even bigger than I thought. “I want you to fuck me with this.” I gave his length a squeeze. “I want to feel you stretching me wide open.”
A growl rumbled from deep in his chest. “On the bed, Lyric. Head at the pillows and spread those legs wide. I want to see just how wet that pretty pussy is for me.”
If this had been any other time, with any other man, I might have balked or shied away. I definitely wouldn’t have had the courage to unhook my bra, the only article of clothing I still had on, and toss it aside before sinking onto the bed and slinking my way back across the mattress like I was doing just then. I certainly wouldn’t have felt comfortable enough to rest my head back against the pillows stretching my arms over my head and letting my knees fall wide open to give him a view. But Holton brought out a side of me I’d never known existed. I’d never felt more sensual, more desirable, and sexier in all my life. It was a heady, intoxicating feeling, and the sound he made at the sight of me, spread open for him, made me feel downright powerful.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned. “You’re beautiful.” He licked his lips like he could still taste me there. “And so goddamn sweet.”
“Hurry,” I pleaded.
Reaching back, he grabbed the collar of his shirt at the back of his neck and yanked it over his head in one smooth, fluid motion. My mouth went dry at that very first glimpse of his outstanding chest. His defined, rounded pecs were lightly covered with a smattering of golden hair, narrowing into a line that ran through the cut boxes of abdominal muscles. Those delectable muscles at his hips formed a seductive V before dipping beneath his opened jeans.
His body was power wrapped in warm, tanned skin, and I couldn’t wait to feel it pressing me into the mattress as he fucked me.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he asked with a cocky smirk as he reached into his jeans and pulled out his erection.
The sight of it made me moan, and my mouth went from dry to watering in a single heartbeat.
“Yes,” I breathed, feeling the wetness growing between my legs.
He gave his impressive cock a single tight, hard stroke. “Feeling’s mutual,” he said gutturally as his eyes traced every naked inch of me.
He unearthed a condom from his back pocket before stripping his pants off, leaving him gloriously, deliciously naked. He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth before slowly rolling it down his long, hard length. The sound of my heart pounding filled my ears as the bed dipped beneath his weight when he clawed his way across the mattress to get to me.
He hovered over me, every muscle I could see bulging and straining. God, he was magnificent. “I don’t think I can be gentle with you, Lyric,” he warned, his gaze holding mine and refusing to let go as he reached between us and dragged the bulbous head of his shaft through my swollen folds, covering his cock in my arousal. “I’m barely holding on by a thread.”
I widened my legs so his hips were cradled perfectly between them, his heavy cock right at my center. Reaching up, I dragged my nails across his shoulders and down his back, just hard enough for a slight bite of pain. “I don’t want you to be gentle.” I tilted my hips upward, desperate to take him inside of me. “I want you to fuck me so hard neither of us can see straight by the time you’re finished.”
That was all it took to snap the remaining hold he had on his control.Thank god. He speared into me with one powerful thrust, stretching me wide and filling me completely. I cried out loudly, the sensation of his cock driving into me unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
“Oh, god. Holton!”
“Jesus, you feel better than I imagined.”
His biceps flexed and strained as he held himself up and drove in and out of me. The muscle in his jaw clenched and sweat beaded along his brow. “Harder,” I panted, grasping the back of his neck and pulling him down so I could crash my mouth against his. “Fuck me harder, Holt. I want to feel you for days.”
His lips curled away from his teeth in a snarl as he picked up his pace, his tongue swiping against mine in time with his shaft thrusting into me. The room filled with the sounds of my high-pitched moans, his grunts of exertion, and the wet slapping of skin against skin.
A coil tightened in my core. I circled his trim hips with my legs, locking my ankles at the small of his back and twitching my hips upward to meet his.
He ripped his mouth free, both of us needing to fill our lungs. “God, I’m so full,” I breathed, tilting my head back deeper into the pillows and scraped my nails across his back as he dragged his teeth down the column of my throat. “You feel so good.”
He groaned into the crook of my neck. “Need you to come, Lyric. I won’t last much longer. Your pussy’s squeezing the shit out of my dick.”
I squeezed my eyes closed as the sensations inside me grew more and more intense. “I’m close. God, Holt, baby. I’m so close.”
My lids shot up, my eyes flaring when I felt his massive hand wrapping around my throat, applying a gentle but persistent pressure.
