I panted, my forehead dropping to his shoulder when he finally pulled back from me. My leggings were damp, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My panties were no doubt ruined, but it wouldn’t be the first time they got ruined because of him. Butfuck, nothing had prepared me for this man touching me. Kissing me. His thick length pressing into my hot core.
“Told you the next time you moaned my name, my cock would be between your thighs,” he rumbled. Immediately, I flushed bright red. Then, he removed the ice from my wrist and tossed the plastic bag into the sink before gripping my ass and lifting me from the counter, holding me against him. I limply wrapped my arms and legs around him, sleepy and sated now.
“You up for a cuddle?” he asked.
I nodded, burrowing my face in the curve of his neck. Fuck yes I wanted cuddles from this man. “You move fast,” I whispered. But I sure as hell didn’t mind. Not with him. I couldn’t even bring myself to care that the first moment we spent any time together, I’d used him to get myself off. That he’d encouraged me. Kissed me. Fucking devoured me.
He chuckled. “I know what I want, and I go for it, doll. Better get used to that.”
I just smiled as he walked up the stairs to his room, my eyes already drooping closed.
3
Jenson
Holly groaned and rolled onto her stomach, burying her face in her arms. I chuckled and stroked a hand down her spine. I’d been waiting for her to wake up for a couple of hours now. I didn’t have much time before I needed to head to work. I was only supposed to be gone long enough to grab some paperwork I’d left this morning, but then I’d pulled in and seen her piece of shit boyfriend throwing her out the front door, and all of my plans went off the fucking rails.
I still wanted to break his nose. Maybe even hospitalize him for touching her like that. If I hadn’t pulled into my driveway, what would he have ended up doing to her? How badly would he have hurt her?
She softly moaned as my fingertips feathered over her back. “Jenson,” she mumbled.
“Yes?” I breathed, moving over to press a kiss to the shell of her ear. Her breath hitched in her throat. When I slid my hand over the sweet curve of her toned ass, she wiggled a little, pushing her backside further against my hand, a soft sigh leaving her lips. I’d seen her running every morning since she’d been home, and fuck, I’d enjoyed it a lot more than I probably should have.
Everything about this woman drew me in and kept me trapped.
Ever since I’d caught her getting herself off, moaning my name after, I’d been fucking hooked on her. I’d admired her from afar, but I never thought I’d have a chance with her. She was young and in college. Any number of guys her age would be clambering for her attention. Didn’t make sense that she would want me.
Until she came home from her college break and moaned my name in that sweet voice.
The game did an entire one-eighty for me right then, and IknewI needed her as my own. It was a primal urge triggering my baser instincts to claim her as my own. To never let another son of a bitch touch her.
The thought of her boyfriend touching her had a growl crawling up my throat, and I pushed her hair aside, nuzzling her neck. Gripping her hip, I rolled her onto her side, cupping one of her tits in my hand. It was heavy and full, filling my palm without overflowing. She whimpered, her eyes closing as she savored my touch. And the sexiest little moan spilled from her lips when I brushed my thumb over her nipple.
She was so damn eager. So openly needy. I couldn’t get enough of it.
“You going to let me in that tight pussy, doll?” I rumbled in her ear before nipping at her lobe.
She trembled, nodding her head. “Yes. Please. I want that. So bad,” she unashamedly begged. My dick was so hard at the sound of her pleading, at the desperation in her sweet voice, that I couldn’t help but thrust against her ass, letting her feel me and how badly I wanted to be inside of her. My balls were heavy and full, aching to empty a load into her sweet cunt.
I pushed her shirt up so her breasts were exposed to the cooler air of the room, and she shivered. I tweaked each of her nipples with my thumb and pointer finger, pulling at them until they were tight little buds. She rocked back against me, her breathing quickening.
Impatiently, I shoved her leggings down, and she kicked them the rest of the way off. A pretty, blue, lace long barely covered her core from my hungry eyes. Drawing in a deep breath, I moaned. She smelled good enough to fucking eat, and damn did I want to.
“Jenson, I need you inside of me,” she panted.
I stroked my fingers over her slick heat. Her thong was damp with her arousal, spurring me on. She ground against my hand, desperately seeking more pressure. Curling my arm around her, I continued to play with her sensitive nipples, leaving her nothing but a writhing, needy mess on my mattress.
“How long have you wanted to fuck me, Holly?” I growled in her ear, stroking harder. She gave a half-sob, so needy for me, she could barely seem to think. I rubbed her clit harder, needing her to fall apart for me before I sank inside of her. “Tell me, doll. How long have you gotten off to thoughts of me sinking inside of you? Of tongue fucking your sweet cunt?”
“Too many to count,” she panted. “Please,” she begged again.
I rolled her to her stomach before yanking her hips up into the air. She shook, her face buried in the mattress. Her entire body was trembling in anticipation.
After pulling a condom on, I shoved her thong aside and stroked my cock between her folds. She gasped, pushing back on me, forcing an inch of me inside of her. I growled, my hand gripping her hip. She pushed back a little more, her cunt taking me like a pro.
Fuck, I loved that she knew what she wanted and took it without shame.
“Hold on, doll,” I warned her. Then, I shoved the rest of the way inside of her and began to fuck her from behind hard and fast, stroking in and out of her soft, silky walls. She was sobbing, words tumbling out of her mouth so fast, I couldn’t understand her. But I knew she was enjoying this, knew she was trying to beg me to never stop because she kept thrusting back on me, taking everything I was giving her.