Page 12 of Beards and Holly

“Come here,” she tells me, tapping her lips, and I obey. With fucking pleasure, I kiss her lips with her taste still on me. She fucking knows it, too, and she moans. My fake girlfriend might be a good girl, but she’s fucking filthy in the best possible way.

Our kiss deepens, and I feel her hands snake between us and into my pants to grip my aching cock. The sound that comes from my mouth belongs to a deranged man. Obsessed. Relieved. Holly pushes my jeans down and I kick them and my shoes off in a tangled rush for our bodies to connect. As she lines me up to her center, our kiss breaks. My eyes open, and I instantly regret it.

She gazes up at me with so much openness and pleasure. She trusts me, and I don’t deserve it.

“Fuck,” I mutter, closing my eyes.

She moves her hips, and I sink inside her. Overwhelmed by her tight pussy, I lose myself. The world falls away, and all I can do is feel her. Holly’s nails sink into my ass and she gyrates her hips, fucking my cock slowly.

I know I need to move, but I want to savor this. Holly is too much. Too good. Who am I kidding? She’s fucking perfect, and this can’t go further than tonight. So I fuck her. I turn off my brain and pinch my eyes closed and fuck her hard and fast. She screams my name, but I try to block it out. It shouldn’t feel this good.

Thrusting in hard, I quickly rush back inside her. Her breathing tells me she’s getting close again, so I keep to the rhythm she likes.

Her scent threatens to make me spill inside her, but I hold back. I can’t. I shouldn’t even be here. I’m such a selfish asshole.

“Oh, yes! There! I’m there!” she screams then quakes with her second orgasm. The tight squeeze around my cock sends me to the edge, so I quickly pull out and away from her.

Jumping off the couch, I grab my clothes and put them back on while I try to catch my breath. I want to see her. Is she glowing? Flushed red from me? How far down does the blush go? I want to watch her chest heave with breath, knowing I exerted her. Is she satisfied or does she need more?

I don’t let myself have the answers as I rush for the door. I’ve never felt so much for a woman, and if I’d known I would for Holly, I never would have come over here. Lucky for me, Gizmo follows me out, and I close her front door behind us.

As I reach my house, shame and regret wash over me. I’m such a fucking asshole. She’ll never forgive me for literally running from her. And I’ll never forgive myself for indulging in someone so pure. I knew I should stay away. Now, I’ll be haunted by her and this almost perfect night for the rest of my life.

CHAPTER NINE

Holly

Elf ears. Check. Car keys, cold brew and cell phone. Check checkity check.

Heading outside, I lock the front door and head over to my fake boyfriend’s house. After last night, I’m feeling a little weird, and not just from the beers. Don’t get me wrong; the orgasms were amazing, but Jenson didn’t come. Not only that, he bolted so fast you’d think my house was on fire. It’s not as if I expected cuddling, but I won’t lie. I wanted to see his O face. To watch him come inside me.

I shake out of the thought and remind myself to play it cool. One more night of Mall Santa and a few more appearances with a Granny Rita, and I can go back to focusing on my career and forget all about Jenson’s soft side. Part of me is pissed after he sprinted out of my door last night. I need to hold onto that anger.

Speaking of the white-haired meddler, I see Rita through Jenson’s kitchen window. It looks like she’s beaten me over toher grandson’s house, and I see my opportunity to make good on my first fake-girlfriend appearance.

Making my way to his back door, I climb the steps and knock lightly. Would a girlfriend knock? I should have made muffins or brought him a cup of coffee. That’s what I would do if he was actually mine.

Within seconds, he swings open the door with a look of shock and clear shame, but I just smile.

“Good morning, handsome,” I say, pushing up to my toes to kiss him on his cheek.

I push by him not bothering to glance back and heading straight for Rita.

“Good morning, beautiful. I thought that was you I spotted through the window.”

“Oh good morning, dear. It’s so good to see you,” she says, leaning in for a hug. “Would you like a cup of coffee? I made muffins.”

That makes me snicker. “No, thank you. I actually came to pick up Jenson for Santa duty.”

I hear him grumble behind me.

“Oh, that’s wonderful. I’m so glad to hear you’re helping out this sweet girl, Jenny. I’ll get out of your hair. Martha should be out front to pick me up to head down to the Farmers Market, anywho.”

“I can give you a ride, Grandma,” Jenson tells her as she heads for the door.

“No worries, lovebug. You two have a great night, now.”

Then just like that, she’s out the door, leaving the two of us alone in awkward silence. After a few beats too long, I decide to break the unwanted tension.

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