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“I promise I don’t bite unless you ask me to,” he says, his mouth suddenly very close to my ear.
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.”
“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?”
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
