roughened hands. She might have whimpered.
“So fucking beautiful,” he hissed, releasing her mouth and dropping his head to suckle her through the thin cotton of her T-shirt. This time there was no mistaking the sounds she made, crying out at the hard pull of his mouth, not in pain, but in pleasure.
He nipped at her, and she understood instinctively that it was a mark of his approval. A few heartbeats later, he grasped the waistband of her lounge pants and pushed down hard.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded, his voice rough and thick with need. Holly obeyed without question, eagerly stepping out of her pants and snaking her arms around his neck. She nearly screamed when she felt his fingers between her legs, his groan another sign of his approval at finding her slick and oh-so-wet.
For one interminably long moment, he pulled away from her. She was about to protest until she heard the glorious sound of a snap and a zipper. Then he was back, grinding his hips against her, lubricating the absurdly large proof of his desire with her thick juices, and it wasn’t enough . She dug her nails into his shoulders, needing more . Thank God he seemed to understand. A slight tilt of his hips poised the blunt head right at her entrance. He paused, breathing hard. “Holly...”
Why the hell had he stopped? She looked into his eyes, saw the raw, stark need matching her own, as well as his unspoken question. She knew instinctively that it was the only time he would ask. Her answer would determine not just the next few minutes, but their future.
“Yessss,” she answered, a husky whisper, using her legs to pull him tighter.
Adam pressed forward, penetrating the wet, silken bundle of need that had become the focal point of her entire body. “Oh, fucking Christ,” he murmured as he worked his way deeper. This time it was Holly who rewarded him, with another rush of silken heat and a tight squeeze and pull made possible by years of religiously-done Kegel exercises. Judging by the strangled moan that erupted from his throat, they were worth every second.
When his balls pressed against her swollen folds, he paused, a single brief moment only. For that moment, time and space ceased, hung in a suspended sense of nearly unbearable anticipation. She looked into his eyes, now polished sapphires, and whispered the only word she was capable of: “ Please .”
Adam grunted in affirmation. He withdrew and thrust again and again with long, slow, thorough strokes that stretched her to her physical limits and filled her completely. It still wasn’t enough. He was still holding back, and she needed him, all of him. A minute later, she tightened her leg lock around his hips and dug her heels into his tight ass in an unspoken request for more .
He gave it to her. Increasing his pace, his hips pistoned with even greater force, thrusting into her harder and faster. Possessing her. Owning her.
“Yes!” she scream-moaned, grabbing the hair at the base of his skull and tugging hard. This was exactly what she needed. Him. Pounding into her as if he would die if he didn’t. Assuming total control over his pleasure and hers. “Come for me, Holly,” he commanded sharply, grinding his hips, pushing deeper, demanding more. “Come all over my cock, baby.”
His raw words undid her. Seconds later, her entire body clenched, a silent scream ripping from her throat.
“Fuck!” he roared, as her channel bore down hard around him in complete bliss. He was no longer pumping, but pushing hard into and against her as if he couldn’t get deep enough. Along with the intense climax ripping through her body, she felt the rush of hot liquid heat as he exploded inside of her.
Then they were moving again. Adam’s arms were still around her, tight bands that kept her from floating away in thousands of little pieces. He dropped down onto the sofa, pulling her with him.
“Jesus, Holly,” he moaned, encasing her in his arms, holding her tight.
She
“So fucking beautiful,” he hissed, releasing her mouth and dropping his head to suckle her through the thin cotton of her T-shirt. This time there was no mistaking the sounds she made, crying out at the hard pull of his mouth, not in pain, but in pleasure.
He nipped at her, and she understood instinctively that it was a mark of his approval. A few heartbeats later, he grasped the waistband of her lounge pants and pushed down hard.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded, his voice rough and thick with need. Holly obeyed without question, eagerly stepping out of her pants and snaking her arms around his neck. She nearly screamed when she felt his fingers between her legs, his groan another sign of his approval at finding her slick and oh-so-wet.
For one interminably long moment, he pulled away from her. She was about to protest until she heard the glorious sound of a snap and a zipper. Then he was back, grinding his hips against her, lubricating the absurdly large proof of his desire with her thick juices, and it wasn’t enough . She dug her nails into his shoulders, needing more . Thank God he seemed to understand. A slight tilt of his hips poised the blunt head right at her entrance. He paused, breathing hard. “Holly...”
Why the hell had he stopped? She looked into his eyes, saw the raw, stark need matching her own, as well as his unspoken question. She knew instinctively that it was the only time he would ask. Her answer would determine not just the next few minutes, but their future.
“Yessss,” she answered, a husky whisper, using her legs to pull him tighter.
Adam pressed forward, penetrating the wet, silken bundle of need that had become the focal point of her entire body. “Oh, fucking Christ,” he murmured as he worked his way deeper. This time it was Holly who rewarded him, with another rush of silken heat and a tight squeeze and pull made possible by years of religiously-done Kegel exercises. Judging by the strangled moan that erupted from his throat, they were worth every second.
When his balls pressed against her swollen folds, he paused, a single brief moment only. For that moment, time and space ceased, hung in a suspended sense of nearly unbearable anticipation. She looked into his eyes, now polished sapphires, and whispered the only word she was capable of: “ Please .”
Adam grunted in affirmation. He withdrew and thrust again and again with long, slow, thorough strokes that stretched her to her physical limits and filled her completely. It still wasn’t enough. He was still holding back, and she needed him, all of him. A minute later, she tightened her leg lock around his hips and dug her heels into his tight ass in an unspoken request for more .
He gave it to her. Increasing his pace, his hips pistoned with even greater force, thrusting into her harder and faster. Possessing her. Owning her.
“Yes!” she scream-moaned, grabbing the hair at the base of his skull and tugging hard. This was exactly what she needed. Him. Pounding into her as if he would die if he didn’t. Assuming total control over his pleasure and hers. “Come for me, Holly,” he commanded sharply, grinding his hips, pushing deeper, demanding more. “Come all over my cock, baby.”
His raw words undid her. Seconds later, her entire body clenched, a silent scream ripping from her throat.
“Fuck!” he roared, as her channel bore down hard around him in complete bliss. He was no longer pumping, but pushing hard into and against her as if he couldn’t get deep enough. Along with the intense climax ripping through her body, she felt the rush of hot liquid heat as he exploded inside of her.
Then they were moving again. Adam’s arms were still around her, tight bands that kept her from floating away in thousands of little pieces. He dropped down onto the sofa, pulling her with him.
“Jesus, Holly,” he moaned, encasing her in his arms, holding her tight.
She
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