Page 103 of Tangled in Vows

Remembering his earlier words that he wants to hear if I enjoy something, I let the quiet moan slip out of my mouth and allow myself to just feel. To feel this sexy man sliding over my body with his hot skin on mine. His large hands leave a trail of fire behind everywhere he touches, especially when he squeezes my flesh, as though he loves every single ounce on my bones.

His teeth gently bite one of my nipples, and I gasp.

“Do that again.”

He obeys. Of course he does. Giving me pleasure seems to bring him pleasure, which makes every second with him even more electrifying.

Until now, I haven’t realized what a big difference that makes. The couple of guys I was with were chasing their pleasure first and foremost. No one has ever spent this much time on me and my body.

Holden reaches the apex of my thighs where he parts my legs and gives me one languid, long lick. I bow off the bed, chasing his tongue.

He chuckles. “So greedy. I love it.”

His warm breath fans over my sensitive flesh, and I pout when he sits back on his heels and stares at me. After a moment, his focus shifts to his lap, where his hand is fisting his dick. His cock is thick and long, and I want to touch it. Taste it. But since I’ve never done it before, it feels awkward to ask. Awkward to imagine.

Especially with the piercing at the tip. It only adds to the unknown of what’s to come, with an added spike of worry. It glints in the light, and I watch Holden in rapt fascination as he wraps his fingers around his shaft and strokes himself severaltimes. A bead of precum glistens at the top, and I bite the corner of my lip.

His movements stop, his fingers shifting to his piercing, taking the small beads on both sides between his fingers.

“What are you doing?” The words are barely out of my mouth when he draws out the bar, screwing the ball back on the side.

He places the jewelry on the bedside table and gets a condom out of the drawer. Still no response. He puts it on and climbs back up my body.

Hovering above me, he caresses my face gently. “I’m not taking any chances with you.”

He lines his cock up with my entrance.

“The first time I’m fucking you.”

His big head slowly sinks inside.

“I won’t chance hurting you or making you uncomfortable.”

Another inch disappears inside me, and I gasp loudly.

“Once you’ve gotten used to coming on my bare cock, we can add it back.”

His pelvis meets mine, and we both breathe heavily.

“And if you like it, I’ll add an entire row of piercings. Anything for you.”

My lips fall open on a quiet exhale.

He nudges my nose with his. “How are you doing, gorgeous?”

I wiggle around, getting used to feeling so full. That’s all I can think about, being filled by him in the purest, most natural way. Now, he’s truly occupying my mind and body.

This also already feels a million times better than any other time before. “I’m good.”

He pulls out and pushes back in slowly. “How about now?”

I swallow and nod. “Again.”

Apparently, he was waiting for my okay because he easily slides in and out. Thank goodness he doesn’t stop again becausethis feels so damn good. His movements pick up, becoming more urgent, his thrusts harder than before, and I moan.

“Do you like to be fucked hard, Hurricane?”

He lifts my legs, so I can wrap them around his back and slams his pelvis hard against mine, as if to prove a point, eliciting another moan from my throat.

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