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"Oh." Her breath hitches as I circle my tongue around it. "That's good. Oh my." I smile. I have noticed Candy never curses.
Instead, she always has little cute words coming from her. It's endearing, and that's also why she's my precious girl. She really is rare to be the way she is with the life she lived. It didn't jade her; she wouldn't let it.
She tastes so damn good. I need more. I suck her nipple into my mouth, causing the most adorable little moans to come from her.
“Hollis.” My name comes out more as a plea to give her more.
She lifts her hips, trying to get some sort of contact. She’s needy for me, and I’m here for every damn second of it. I reach down, slipping my hand into her panties. I trace my fingertips over her pussy, coating them in her slickness.
“You’re soaked for me.” I lift my mouth from her breast. Her eyes meet mine. There’s pure desire in them.
“I can’t help it.”
“I don’t want you to help it. I want you to let me taste it.” I want to drown in it.
“Please,” she moans.
My resolve finally breaks. I remove my hand from inside her panties, then yank down her pants, tossing them to the floor. Her pussy is glistening with arousal, begging me to lap up everylast drop. I can’t wait another fucking second to have my mouth on her.
Without a moment more of hesitation, I bury my face between her thighs. I’m ravenous for her, sucking her tiny clit into my mouth. There’s no finesse to my movements. Next time, I’ll take my time, but the need to make her come is driving me hard. I should slow down, but I can’t. A floodgate has opened, and there is no going back. Not until she’s coming on my face.
Her taste is pure fucking heaven, like I knew it would be. I’ll never get enough of her. I lick and suck her until her legs are shaking and she’s crying out my name. I drink down her first orgasm as I grind my cock into the mattress, finding my own release.
I steal a moment to peek up at her. Her rosy cheeks and heavy-lidded gaze do nothing to quell the beast inside of me. Knowing that it was me that made her look that way only adds fuel to the fire. My cock begs to be inside her, and I remind myself that I need to take it slowly. But I’m not done with her yet.
“I need more,” I tell her, kissing the inside of each of her thighs.
“You may be on the naughty list for that.”
“I’ll make sure my name is on the top.” She giggles, and it goes straight to my dick.
This time I promise myself that I’ll take it slower. Try to savor it. That idea lasts until I get another taste of her. Then it goes right out the window.
Chapter Fifteen
CANDY
When Hollis slipped from the bed this morning, he kissed me before getting dressed for the day. I swore I was getting up, but my stomach wasn’t up for it. He told me to rest. I hadn’t wanted to, but sleep pulled me back under.
When I open my eyes again, I know hours must have passed, and there is orange juice, water, and ginger ale all on the nightstand next to me. Along with four different types of crackers and the little chocolates I’d gotten from the bakery, except he must have gotten more because I know I ate them all last night.
I stretch before sitting up and popping one of the chocolates into my mouth and chasing it with water. This is one of the many things that separates Hollis from Max. If I woke up with morning sickness, Max would have gotten aggravated because I wasn't running to the table to have breakfast with him. Everything was centered around him.
I'm not sure if it was always that way or changed with time. I know either way I was hungry for friendship and connection, making me an easy mark to manipulate, and the more Icontemplate the past and put space between Max and me, the more I can see how messed up things were.
Now I'm getting increasingly angry because he's a big fat liar, but it's difficult to be very mad since his lies led me here. Still, two things can be true at once.
I flip the blanket back, slipping from the bed. I head back to my old room to get dressed for the day. With every step, I can feel Hollis. My face flushes thinking about him between my legs. I’m sure that’s why they have a slight ache to them, from having been open for so long. A small giggle bubbles from me.
My heart sinks when I can’t find my stuff. I hurry back to the master and into the closet where I see all my things, along with a million and one boxes lined up. Did this happen when I was sleeping?
I peek inside one box and see a pretty red sweater, but I quickly close it. Are these mine? Why else would he have women's clothes in here? Did they belong to another woman?
I’d think he would have moved them out when he moved mine in, but I don’t think it’s another woman. I can’t see Hollis hustling one girl in after another. They still could be Christmas presents, so I avoid them, grabbing a pair of black pants and a sweater.
When I'm all dressed, I head downstairs to see that more Christmas items have arrived. They are really going all out for this holiday party. I run my hand along a giant wood sled, painted beautifully.
Laughter catches my attention, and I follow it, thinking it’s Kindred, but it’s not. I see a tall, pretty brunette in the kitchen talking to Hollis. He’s looking down at something, and she’s going on about the party, and it clicks who she is. This is the woman Hollis’s mom wanted to set him up with.
