Page 104 of Valentine Nook
She’s been quiet enough this morning, and now I want to hear her voice.
I want her to use it.
“C’mon, Hollywood, tell me what you want. Get the practice in now because later, you’re going to tell Marcy you want out of movies.” My lips breeze along her clenched jaw. “So what’s it going to be? Lovemaking or a good, hard fucking?”
I still my hands on her hips. She gets nothing except my hot breath across her skin.
“Fuck me.”
I shake my head. “Not good enough. Do you want my cock or not?”
She’s so wound up that it’s almost too easy to push her buttons. “Lando, this isn’t relaxing me. Stop fucking talking and fuck me already.”
I lean in, my lips curving as I gently press them to hers. It reminds me of the day at the pool when she stood in front of me, arms clasped to her chest as she snarled, eyes blazing.
It was anger that matched mine.
I wanted to fuck it out of both of us then. I’m going to now.
“I knew you were in there somewhere.” Twisting her around so fast she nearly topples, I bend her over the large round marble coffee table by the window. “Palms flat. Don’t move.”
I strip quickly, my cock springing out toward her while her breath shoots across the reflective black surface.
Making light work of unbuttoning her jeans and tugging them down to her knees, I spread her open as far as she’ll go. The sight of her glistening pink pussy lips dripping for me as she’s bent over a table is so hot and sexy that I nearly blow on the spot.
I lick my lips and lean down, taking care not to touch her as I push my hands through her hair and fist it.
“You should see yourself, Hollywood. Pretty face, perfect hair, about to get all mussed up because you need my dick so badly.”
Her breath comes in jagged bursts.
Gripping my cock, I slide the tip through her wetness to her swollen clit, and back to her arsehole. Her body tenses more with each swipe until she grits out a frustrated,“Lando.”
Smirking at her back, I position myself at her entrance.
The visual of my cock sliding inside her soaking pussy combined with her hot, forceful clenches as I bottom out short-circuits my brain. My mind goes blank. The sensation isunreal.
I will never think of Paris again without remembering this moment.
An extended “fuucck” comes out as more of a hiss, while all I get from Holiday is a punctured groan.
It’s not for me to question how she feels this good, but how thefuckdoes she feel this good? Like her pussy is custom-fit for my dick.
My hips roll and flex as I pull out and ease back in, her body tensing each time like she’s holding back. Her fingers claw at the cool marble as she curses under her breath.
“Say it louder, Hol. I want to hear you being loud. You want something, fucking tell me.”
She groans again before I hear the words. “Faster. I want it faster.Harder.”
“Yeah, I can do that. And my cock is so fucking hard for you.”
One hand splayed between her shoulder blades and the other gripping her hip, I slam into her hard, making her cry out. I do it again. And again, until I’m thrusting into her with wild abandon and zero finesse.
She uses her voice until she’s hoarse, screaming at me to fuck her.
Expletives penetrate the air. Our skin slaps together. And Ifuckher like it’s my job.
Harder, faster until I can’t tell who’s shaking more. Her or me.
