Page 74 of Hollyhocks

No one has ever looked so good on their knees.

“Is my thick cock too much for you? Look how wide your lips are spread. I love knowing how close I am to splitting you open.” The intense suction has left circular marks behind that are similar to the ones on my torso.

“Wake up, Fitz. You need to wake up. Remember the conversation with Rhett.”The voice is my own this time and it causes my surroundings to sway.

Holly unwraps her tongue from my cock. “Focus on me, Doe Eyes.” She crawls into my lap and the silk touch of her body against mine solidifies how she is meant for me. “You need me.”

“I always need you, Wildflower. Every day that passes when I don’t get to dream of you, the more tired I become. Can’t I just stay here forever?”

She cups my face with her hands as she hovers above my cock. Reaching between us, I fist my cock, aiming it at her entrance as she lowers herself down on me.

“Wake. Up!” The plea is louder, creeping closer to my consciousness.

We both gasp when her warm wet channel grips me as tight as her tongue did. Those damn tentacles stroke from the inside, the suckers giving me light kisses while she begins to rock back and forth.

I don’t stand a chance.

“Wake up. It’s a dream. She’s in your bed right now. Wake the fuck up, you idiot!”I yell at myself.

That sounds familiar. I wanted to know who was doing this to me. Is she the reason I’m marked?

There’s only one way to find out.

I force myself to wake up.

Out of nowhere, the dream is pulled away from me, and my horns are gripped to keep me still.

I forget how to breathe when I stare into Fitz’s angry brown eyes. He’s so full of rage that the gold flecks in his eyes shimmer.

“Fitz,” I begin to explain, somehow, someway, but the betrayal shining in his eyes silences me.

All while I’m stretched to the brink from his cock while I sit on his lap. He yanks me down by my horns until his breath heats my lips.

Without saying a word, he flips me over by controlling me with my horns. He shoves me face-first into the bed, his cock still buried to the hilt. His touch on my horns makes me whimper. He feels so good.

“Did you really think you could fuck me in my dreams and I’d never wake up?” He slams into me, using the horns as leverage.

I shout into the mattress as he hammers into me, stretching me wide just like that doctor wished she could have felt.

He still controls me with my horns, yanking me by them to pull me to his chest. “You thought wrong, Wildflower.” He pushes me onto the bed again, shoving my face into the pillow to drive into me. “How dare you tell me to be a good boy when you are such a bad fucking girl.”

Our skin slaps together with every thrust.

“You wouldn’t have had to sneak into my dreams if you knew just how much I wanted a mate of my own. All this time, you could have knocked on—” he fucks into me harder, trying to get as deep as possible. “—My. Fucking. Door.” He punctuates each word with his cock barreling into my womb. “And I would have opened my arms for you.” He releases my horns and a slight ache throbs along my skull from his rough manhandling.

His touch sends a kaleidoscope of colors shooting across my eyes as he drags his calloused fingers down my wings.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says with awe, stroking the feathers in tandem with his thrusts. “You could easily destroy me.” He grips the base of the wings that protrude from my back, rolling his hips to a slow sensual pace. “What’s fucked up is that I’d let you.” Fitz kisses my right shoulder, then my left before dragging his tongue to my throat.

He sucks the skin hard, pulling it into his mouth to make his own mark.

My pussy ripples with lust. He grunts as the suckers massage his cock.

He lets the skin go with a soft pop, kissing the heated spot he left, he whispers into my ear, “I’ll take this over dreams any day, Wildflower.” He flattens his chest against my back, his wide warm body swallowing mine in a cocoon.

His hands caress my arms until his fingers lace with mine.

“I’ve wished for you for far too long to be hidden in your fears. There’s no need to be afraid of not having my love when you have had it since before you saw me for the first time.” He pulls out of me, leaving me empty and throbbing for his girth.

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