Dipped In Holly(Nick and Holly #1)(10)



“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.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she moans as she begins to move her hips in little rotations. It’s such a tight fit inside of her that every little movement threatens to send me over the edge. I take a few deep breaths as her cunt pulses around me, pulling me in as deep as I can physically go.

“My God,” I murmur against her heated skin before pulling away and sitting back on my heels. I need to feel her fucking hands on me. I quickly unwrap the string of lights from her leg and then lift her hips as I pull her free. She moves her arms, helping me untangle the damn things before we both start laughing.

I pull her up so that she’s sitting on my cock instead and use both hands to pull the rest of the lights from her body. She laughs and wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. I thrust up into her, and she gasps as her hands tug and pull at my hair.

She pulls away from the kiss as I thrust up into her again. Her hands go to either side of my face, and we lock gazes before she speaks.

“Fuck me, Daddy.”





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.

Both of his arms wrap around my back, and he lowers me down onto the bed, maintaining eye contact the entire time. He looks at me like he’s trying to consume me from the inside out. As we move together, he shifts inside of me, touching a spot I didn’t know existed. Pleasure soars through my body, and I gasp as I arch against him.

“I know, baby girl. I know,” he murmurs. He moves again as my legs wrap around him and pull him closer, hitting that same spot. My mouth falls open, and I can feel my eyes roll back. He caresses my face and my hair as he leans over me on his elbows and continues to push inside of me deep and slow.

My hands run down his back, my nails digging into his flesh as I feel his muscles flex underneath them with each movement. His head drops as he nuzzles my neck, nibbling and licking my pulse point as the pleasure builds in my core.

“Nick,” I whisper. “Fuck, Nick.”

“Yes, Holly,” he says, my name sounding like sin coming out of his mouth. He meets my eyes and takes me in before his mouth finds mine again. The way he watches me as he kisses me is so fucking erotic, like he couldn’t dream of missing a single moment of whatever this is. Like he wants to see every little reaction I give him.

The slow pace he keeps between my legs is torturous, and every nerve in my body is on fire from it. I raise my hips off of the pillows with each thrust, forcing him as deep as he can go. With each drive inside of me, a spark of both pleasure and pain mixes together, pushing me violently toward the edge of my orgasm.

“I need you to come,” he tells me as he grabs my breast, bringing a nipple to his mouth and sucking. I throw my head back at the added sensation and run my hands through his hair.

“Hey,” he says, his hand suddenly gripping my jaw and bringing my gaze to his. “These eyes stay on me while I’m inside of you.”

He thrusts harder, his hips smacking into mine.

“Every reaction is mine,” he says, driving into me harder than before. The pain crashes through me, making my pussy throb around him with pleasure.

“Every noise you make is mine.”

Another thrust.

“Every single orgasm I rip from your body,” he growls with another push inside of me. His eyes are glued to mine, heated with his pupils blown wide with need. My breathing picks up as the beginning of an orgasm begins to roll through me.

“Every single orgasm is mine.” His hand moves from my jaw to my throat, squeezing the sides. “Give it to me,” he commands. “Come.”

I don’t break eye contact as I come, giving him exactly what he wants.

“Just like that,” he says, hitting the same spot over and over again as I come. “Look at you. So pretty.” His voice is full of awe as he looks at me. His hand moves to my hair, wrapping it in his fist and pulling it taut.

He kisses my mouth, and then his lips are everywhere, my cheeks, my jaw, my throat. His pace picks up as he chases his own pleasure. My hands are all over him, running across his chest and down his back. I move them back to his face as he kisses me again, our tongues invading each other’s mouths.

“Are you going to take my come like the good little girl I know you are, Holly?” His voice is a strained growl and makes goose bumps break out across my skin. One of his hands goes between us to tease my clit, circling it with the lightest touch.

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe against his mouth.

Suddenly he switches positions, sitting back on his heels and pulling me with him so that he can watch as our bodies move together. Both of his hands knead my thighs as he continues to pump into me. One of his thumbs finds my clit, making me sigh in relief as tingles begin to spread through my body all over again.

“I want one more from you, Holly,” he tells me as his abs ripple and dance with his thrusts. “I know you can give me one more, baby girl. Come with me.”

I let my hands reach up and trail down his stomach. He grabs my arms and lifts me forward so that I’m sitting on him. Each time my hips roll, my clit grinds down on him and makes me moan into his mouth.

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