Page 29 of Holding Holly

A deep, rumbling groan emanates from the center of my chest. My girl is softer and sweeter than chocolate caramel pecan silk pie – which, for the record, is the best pie ever.

Her cheeks are flushed as she lowers herself down, taking my length inside her tight channel. It takes a few experimental tries to get the hang of it, then she starts lifting and lowering herself smoothly.

Gripping her ass tightly with one hand and her hip with the other, I help rock her against me, slowly dragging my cock deeper.

It feels like another wave of her juices releases the deeper I thrust. Holly lets go, tossing her head side to side as she grinds against me, working her clit against my skin.

For one hot, lust-filled second, I grip her harder, fucking up into her with three rough thrusts.

Holly’s eyes fly wide open, then she grins. “Yeah…like that.”

Damn…Knowing how much Holly wants me sends more adrenaline surging through my veins. My cock is granite as I plunder her softness, stroking deep and quick. Every nerve ending is electrified where we touch.

“Yeah,” Holly pants, bouncing with me, her cheeks and chest flushed as her fingernails dig into my shoulders. “No more being Mr. Polite, okay?”

“You’re sexy every second of every day, but right now, with you riding me like that…” My head shakes. “Holly, I’m already addicted to you. Like…more than cookies.”

Her forehead nudges into my shoulder as she laughs, then starts twisting her hips as if trying to nudge me deeper. “That’s not possible.”

Even though she’s soaking wet, she’s so tight it’s like a velvet vice around my length. Every thrust knocks us breathless as we moan shamelessly. I bend my knees to give her something to lean back on, and the leverage makes her bounce faster.

My bedroom smells like sex and Holly’s spicy shampoo. Wait, no.Ourbedroom.

I suck in a ragged breath, trying to hold back as I pinch her nipples gently, then stroke along the dip of her waist. “Come for me,” I growl, staring fiercely at the goddess riding my cock.

Her lips fall open, and I can’t tell if she’s nodding or her body is rippling faster from the deep, savage thrusts.

Just as I wonder if I can even last ten more strokes without filling her with my wet heat, Holly’s breath turns from ragged to nonexistent, and her entire body freezes on a long exhale as her thighs clamp around my waist.

She’s wonderfully lovely as she comes, her dark hair swirling around her shoulders, her hazel eyes wide, her lips an even darker rose. I can feel the twisting, tightening waves rolling through her tight pussy as her lower belly tightens. Then she falls forward, still twitching as the climax rattles through her.

Holding her tightly against me, my hips lurch, fucking hard into her softness, until my cock explodes inside her.

She moans again, squirming and mumbling. “So good… Why does that feel so good?”

“Because we were meant to be, baby.”

She stays lying forward on my chest while we gasp for air, caressing each other anywhere we can reach.

“Hey, you know what’s cool?” she murmurs.

“Ice cream?”

She giggles. “Well, yes. But also… If you really want me to live here now, and it’s really okay for me to take up part of your garage for my crafts…”

“It is. Of course it is. Anything you need.”

Her head lifts, eyes blazing. “Then that means I can make some wedge pillows, so this position will be easier on your legs.”

We both burst into laughter, then I pepper her cheekbones with kisses. “Brilliant. I was wondering what to get you for Christmas. It’ll be a sewing machine.”

“And I’ll just bring home ridonkulous amounts of fancy pastries for a week. How’s that?”

“I really do love you. Even without all the baked goods.”

“And I love you.” Her eyes sparkle. “Even without the incredible home and the…you know. Feeling of finally belonging somewhere.”

“You do belong, baby. Here. With me. Forever.”

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