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His lips form a smirk that is pure sex.
“I promise I don’t bite unless you ask me to,” he says, his mouth suddenly very close to my ear.
Was this man chiseled from the dreams of a thousand women or what?
But then there’s a mouth on my cheek, warm and a bit scratchy from a beard. I swing my head toward it, and Nick catches my mouth in a kiss before I can protest or ask him what the actual fuck he thinks he’s doing. Not that it matters because his lips are soft and, God, I want him to keep going. I don’t care that he’s a stranger and that I met him while I was crying over my ex because this kiss is everything. This is the kiss. This is the kiss that makes you realize you’ve been missing out your entire life on having the shit kissed out of you.
“Now the last memory he has of you will be watching you melt for someone else.”
My voice is teasing, but his eyes aren’t. They’re trained on me like he’s the hunter and I’m his prey.
“I could take apart everything under your hood and put it back together better than I found it.”
“If I dip my fingers inside of these lacey panties, am I going to find you wet for me?”
“I want you to fuck my face,” he tells me as his lips brush the most sensitive part of me. “You will tell me what you like, you will squeeze my head with your thighs, and you will tug on my hair so hard that you’re worried you’ll pull it out.” He pauses. “And Holly?” he asks, looking up at me over my skirt, his eyes so full of lust it makes my pussy clench. “Yeah?” I breathe. “You will scream for your Daddy when you come. Understood?”
It’s reckless, and yet everything about him turns me into a puddle at his feet.
“Such a good girl,” he praises me, and I can’t help but roll my hips, trying to get off on his teasing. “I can feel your pretty little pussy gripping onto my finger like the needy little thing you are. I like you like this, Holly,” he says, slipping his finger free of me. “Whimpering and desperate for me.”
“You don’t get to deny me what I want to eat. I’m hungry. Let your Daddy feast on you.”
“I want you to be so wound up that you’re brainless with lust, ready to do anything for my cock to be inside of you.”
She’s going to be the death of me.
“I want you to sink into me, stretch me, and fuck me until I forget my own name. I need you to make me forget.”
“Sweet girl,” I moan as I kiss down her throat. “This pussy,” I say, letting my fingers move between us and tweak her clit. “This pussy is mine now.”
He’s so big I feel like I’m being split in half but in the most delicious way. He has filled me like no one else ever has. He’s addicting in every way, from the way he smells to the way he tastes. It’s like he’s my own personal brand of catnip.
He looks at me like he’s trying to consume me from the inside out.
“You don’t have to wash my hair.” “I take care of what’s mine.” My stomach does a little flip, and I shut that shit down because I just got dumped, and I’m not about to entertain the idea of catching feelings for the rebound. “And at least for tonight,” he continues. “You’re mine.”
“You are positively drenched, baby girl,”
Looking back, I know I was just holding on to something that I was terrified to let go of because I didn’t know where I would end up.
