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I could feel myself becoming more turned on by the second, and when he stood, and I caught sight of histhrobbing erection, I nearly lost it. I couldn’t resistthe temptation to reach for him. I took him in my handthenslowly started to stroke him.

A sense of satisfaction washed over me as I felt him grow even harder, urging me on as I moved my hand up and down hislong,thick shaft. He shifted his body closer, and his eyes were trained on mine as I leaned forward and gently sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled.?

“Hmm,” I?moaned?and?opened my mouth wider. His hand dove into my hair, gently tugging as he silently begged me for more. When I took him in?my mouth as far as I could, he tilted his head back and incoherently muttered my name.

I loved seeing?him so?completely?lost in the pleasure I was giving him.?A low rumble worked its way through his chest when?I?started to move?faster, licking and sucking his cock,?making him?struggle to maintain his control. I listened to his sharp breaths and watched the?torment?on his face until his eyes suddenly opened and locked on mine.??

“Need to be inside you, Tallie. Now,” he growled.??

He reached for his jeans, and I?lay?back?on the bed, watching as he slid the condom down his thick shaft. A needful moan vibrated through his chest as he gazed down upon my naked body, and then a devilish grin spread across his face whilehe settled his hips between my legs, making my entire body tremble.

The bristles of his day-old beard prickled against my skin as he lowered his chin to my ear and whispered, “Mine. All mine.”

“That’s right. I’m all yours.”

A part of me wanted to go slow. I wanted to be able to savor the moment, but I was too far gone and just couldn’t restrain myself. I wanted him. I needed him. Spreading my legs further to accommodate him, I shifted my hips up towards him as he rubbed himself against my clit. My entire body ached for him.

His forehead rested against mine as he grazed his cock against me. His erection, hot and hard, burned against my clit before he thrust deep inside, giving me all he had in one smooth stroke. He gave me a second to adjust to the intrusion, then slowly started to move. Needing more, I rocked my hips, begging him to continue. His hands reached up to the nape of my neck, fisting my hair as he drove into me again.

Slow and demanding, he was in complete control. Every smooth slide of his cock into my body was a statement of dominance. His teeth raked over my nipples, and I cried out, pleading for more. I dug my nails into his back as my whole body ignited with such intense heat; it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

Holt thrust deeper inside me, and as I tightened around him, he let out a growl and then quickened his pace. His control shattered, and unable to restrain himself any longer, he drove into me with hard, steady strokes. I fought to catch my breath as I felt my climax approaching. My entire body jolted and shook as my orgasm crashed through me.

I continued to tighten around his throbbing cock until he found his own release. His body collapsed on top of mine, exhausted and sweaty. I loved how Holt felt pressed against mybare skin, buried deep inside me. He took a moment to catch his breath and then rolled over to settle next to me on the bed.

Neither of us spoke. Instead, we just lay there, listening to the sounds of our breathing slow, and it wasn’t long before Holt whispered, “Ford was worried about you.”

“I figured he was.” I rolled over and placed my head on Holt’s chest. “What did you tell him?”

“Not to worry, that I was going to bring you home.”

“And you did.”

“Yeah, but you’re still gonna need to talk to him and make sure he’s good.”

“I will. I think it’s time we told him about you, too.”

“I agree. Need to tell him about moving, too.”

“So, you meant that, huh?”

“Absolutely.”

“What about my pottery shop?”

“You can keep it.” Holt toyed with my hair as he said, “I’ll have a couple of the girls help you out so you can spend more time at home with Ford.”

“That would be nice, but what girls are you talking about?”

“A couple of the hang-arounds or a few from the Vault. Most of them have more than one job and would be open to having a little quiet time in a pottery shop.”

“The Vault. Hang-arounds?”

“Yeah, we have a lot of catching up to do.”

“We most certainly do, and we will. But first, let’s go check on Ford. Once we know he’s okay, we have some other things to discuss.”

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