Page 7 of Cruel Steps

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

“What for?” he asked, taking out his wallet and thumbing out a condom. I waved my hand in front of my face and gestured to his dick.

“I’m not that good.”

Holden’s eyes narrowed as he rolled the condom on, the latex protesting against his size. “Whoever told you that was a fucking liar.”

“But you stopped…”

“Because I refuse to come in your mouth before I have your sexy pussy, Wildcat.” He bent down, scooped my thighs over his arms, and tossed me further up the bed. I squeaked again, my cheeks heating at how many times I’d made that sound around him. So not sexy!

Holden chuckled, and my breath caught at the sound. His body slotted perfectly between mine, his cock resting on my lower belly. We stared at one another, unspoken words passed between us before he pounced.

Lips smashed against mine, and his mouth stole my breath. His tongue plowed in, sending electric bolts racing over my body. Holden lifted my hips, and I wrapped my legs around him. Everything between us felt so natural. I didn’t have to think about what to do next or question if he liked it. Our bodies moved together, anticipating one another like great choreography.

Sex had never felt this good before. Everything with Holden felt intensified, and I had no clue if it was because of how hot he was or something else.

I broke the kiss, my mind spinning from sensation overload. Holden moved to my throat, his mouth leaving hot kisses down my body. I didn’t know what to focus on—his mouth or hands. While he kissed me, his hands caressed every inch he could touch. Whimpering, I rocked against him, needing more.

“Please, Holden.”

His lips slanted against my skin, and I knew he was smirking. Thankfully, he didn’t call me out on my begging and notched himself at my entrance. He pressed in, stretching me wide, and my breath hitched. His eyes were fixed on the spot where our bodies met, and we created quite the sight with my legs draped over his muscular thighs, his hands spreading them wide.

Gripping the sheets, my eyes rolled back the deeper he pressed. My heart pounded in my ears at the fullness, and I held my breath. Tensing my muscles, I worried I couldn’t handle him. He was too big.

“I can’t,” I gasped, panting now that I’d let myself breathe.

“You can, Wildcat. You can take me.” His thumb stroked my clit, urging me to relax. Pleasure eclipsed the pain, and my muscles loosened. “Good girl, Wildcat. I love how responsive you are, showing me exactly how I make you feel.” He let out a breath, his next words strained. “Almost there.” He gritted his teeth, his forearm muscles tense as he conquered the last few inches.

Fucking hell, he was big.

I whimpered at the fullness, and my body twitched with the built-up orgasm needing an outlet. “Move, Holden. I need…”

“I got you.”

His sweet words, combined with his thrust, were my undoing. He withdrew, and I instantly missed the fullness. Thankfully, he didn’t leave me wanting for long and slammed back into me. Watching the rapture on his face was almost as intoxicating as the way he felt inside me. Now that he was moving, the pain lessened and pleasure returned.

Gripping his forearms, I dug my nails into him harder with each forward thrust of his hips. Babble fell from my lips, and I had no control over what I said. Everything in me pulled taut, waiting for the last tug to pull me over that edge. Holden growled, shifting and yanking my hips higher until my ass left the bed.

With the new angle, he hit me deeper, and I lost it. My back bowed as I came, tiny explosions setting off in my body. It was the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced, proving I’d never be the same after this.

I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad yet.

Holden shouted, my body spasmed around him, and I felt him tense as his thrusts faltered. He stalled, holding me tight to him, his head back, and his lips slightly parted as he came. He was even more beautiful like that.

Coming down from the high, I relaxed into the mattress. Tiredness crept around the edges of my mind, but I wasn’t ready for this to be over. For him to leave.

Holden pulled out and climbed off the bed, and I reached out to grab his hand. I didn’t want him to leave.

“Stay,” I whispered. He paused, turning back to me, and lifted a brow. I licked my lips, my throat raw from screaming. “I’m leaving in the morning, so I’m not trying to turn this into something else. It’s just late, and I dunno, maybe we could do it one more time.” I shrugged, trying to hide my flaming cheeks.

He smirked. “Told you I’d rock your world, Wildcat.”

Rolling my eyes, I dropped his hand. “Nevermind. I forgot how cocky jocks were.”

Holden chuckled. “You can’t deny it’s not true. Besides, I was only getting up to toss this.” He held up the condom.

“Oh.” I pointed to the bathroom door and waited for him to disappear before I climbed out of bed and pulled on an old T-shirt. It was my senior shirt from high school. It was soft and fit well, making it a favorite despite it being the wrong size. Hope had changed my original order from an XL to a 3XL, saying she wanted to ensure it fit. The joke was on her since it worked perfectly as a nightshirt.

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