Page 39 of Spoiled by Daddy's 4 Dirty Friends

His groan reverberates through me as he nods and wiggles out of his jeans He frees me of my bra, then my underwear, looking me over slowly. “Fuck, I get to have you forever.”

“And a day.” I nip his bottom lip.

Holden groans and cups my face between his hands while his cock rubs against my hip. My hand flows down his back, wanting to memorize his body. Then he’s inside me, setting fireworks off under my skin.

I gasp as my back arches uncontrollably. Holden grasps the back of my neck, still feeding me kisses, even as moans tear up from my chest. I’m half insane for him with pleasure pulsing through me before receding as he thrusts in and draws back to do it again.

“Holden,” I beg. “More. I need more. I want you, need you.”

He nips my jaw and rolls, so I can ride him. I want him fast and hard, to make us both come like we need, but his hands on my hips make it impossible to pick up the pace. All I can do is feel him, every inch, the tender brushes of his fingers on my hips, the way his cock fills me perfectly, pushing pleasure to the edge until it almost feels like torture, his dark eyes drinking me in with undeniable love.

He sits up and holds my arms behind me as he kisses across my chest and groans low and deep. “I love you so much, Sophie.”

“Please Holden,” I beg for more of what he can give me.

He thrusts into me as I come down on him, making my head fall back. My hands slip from his grasp and I wrap them around his neck, guiding his head back so I can feast on his mouth.

Every harsh breath fanning against my lips drives me faster and harder. Today has meant so much to me and I want him to know that. I need him to understand how much I love him, how amazing he makes me feel, the kind of sensations and emotions that I don’t have the words for.

I whimper as he thrusts into me again, feeling the bliss threatening to claim my heart and head at the same time.

“Oh, fuck Holden you feel so good. And I get to have you, forever.”

ROMAN

Iglance through the sliding glass door and see Sophie riding Holden. Her face is flushed, eyes wild, yet they watch each other intently. I know the rest of the world is gone for them and I can’t help how hard my cock gets watching them share that tender moment.

Sophie’s lips part and her head falls back as she grinds down on Holden and her back arches for him. Holden rolls them and holds one of her hands by her head. I can hear her moaning and whimpering through the door and then Holden lets out a harsh growl as his body trembles.

I’m supposed to be making sure Nonna got home safely, but I can’t focus on her telling me what a mess the courtyard is and how frustrated she is that no one replaced things in the kitchen when I’m watching my wife and Holden come apart in front of me.

Holden nuzzles her neck and rests his head on her chest while she rubs his shoulders. He says something I can’t hear and she laughs, her legs winding around him as they both smile.

“How is the honeymoon?” Nonna finally asks.

“Very good. I will be sure to send pictures,” I promise. “We are seeing the sights and enjoying Paris.”

“Only send me the good pictures.” Then she yells at someone and tells me she has to go take care of family.

I tell her I love her and hang up, walking in and finding Sophie trying to sing La Vie en Rose, but she keeps forgetting the words which makes Holden chuckle. He kisses her anyway and she turns her sleepy, just fucked expression on me.

“Hi, Roman.”

“Finally exhausted?” I guess, petting her hair back.

She nods. “Today was … perfect.”

Holden looks over as Nick gets out of the shower. He pats Sophie’s hip. “Come on, baby.”

She kisses me softly as Holden gets up, then threads her fingers through my hair to kiss me again before committing to the shower. Nick drops onto the bed and flashes a wicked smile. “We’ll have to make sure that housekeeping replaces our bedding tomorrow.”

I smirk and nod. “Absolutely. Is Gunner out?”

“Like a little kid after a day at a Theme Park,” Nick agrees.

I nod and get changed into pajama pants. I lay on the edge of the bed and glance towards the living room. “He’s going to be mad he slept on the couch. We’re not in our twenties anymore.”

Nick chuckles. “We’ll see how determined he is to see the Eiffel tower tomorrow.”

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