Dipped In Holly(Nick and Holly #1)(11)



“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he tells me in between kisses. “You’re perfect.”

“Fuck, Daddy,” I whimper, feeling his praise sinking into my bones.

“Everything about you,” he murmurs against any skin he can find. “Everything is so fucking perfect for me.”

“I’m going to come,” I tell him, digging my nails into the back of his neck as I ride him and take what I need. His hands move to my hips, helping me move up and down on him. His muscles bulge and flex, and I’m lost. One hand goes to his hair, and I pull it hard, forcing his eyes to mine, just like he did with me.

“Come with me, Daddy,” I beg him.

His hazel eyes take me in, and then he attacks my mouth, holding my body close as my orgasm triggers his. I grip and squeeze him, and I feel him spill into me with a groan. His cock twitches inside of me, and my body almost goes limp, boneless and sated from what he gave me.

I’ve never had sex like this in my life.

“Me either,” he says, and I realize I must’ve said it out loud.

Our foreheads touch, and we stare at each other. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but suddenly I feel awkward, like I should climb off him and let him get some sleep. Is that what happens with one-night stands? Does the girl leave?

I blush thinking about all the things we said to each other, all the things we did together, and most of all, how many times I called this man Daddy in the last hour. I can feel myself turning bright red, and he watches it with a smirk.

“Why don’t we take a shower?” he asks me, running his hands through my sweaty hair. I really could use a shower. I’m covered in sweat, my makeup is a mess from crying and fucking, and I’ll have his cum dripping from between my legs very shortly.

“A shower sounds nice,” I tell him, moving to get off him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His arms lock around my body, pulling me back against him.

“To get a shower,” I tell him like it’s obvious.

“I’ve got you, baby girl.”

Next thing I know, we’re off the bed, and I’m still impaled on his dick as he carries us to the adjoining bathroom. I look around as he leans in and starts the water. It matches the bedroom in its white-and-black theme. There’s a couple of pairs of jeans and flannels on the floor. He catches me looking, and a soft blush spreads across his cheeks.

If I ever thought he couldn’t possibly be more handsome, this blush proves me wrong. I run my thumbs over his cheeks and then poke his dimples.

“You’re blushing.”

“I wasn’t expecting company,” he tells me as he tests the water and then finally steps inside. He lets me stand and begins to wet my hair.

“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.”





“Keep your hands right there,” I tell her as she lazily opens her eyes. I’ve never slept so soundly with someone lying next to me. She let me hold her all night, and the feel of her soft body against mine was extremely comforting. So when I woke up this morning and saw she was still here, still wrapped in my arms and still sleeping, I decided to wake her up in the best way I knew how.

“Hi,” she says, her voice full of sleep.

“Hi,” I say as I slip a finger inside of her. Her back arches off the bed, and she moans as her eyes flutter closed.

The hand that was holding her arms above her head moves down as her soft skin breaks out in goose bumps. Her eyes open and watch me as I add another finger, and my other hand plays with her nipples. That dirty-blonde hair of hers is spread out on the pillow in a tangled mess of waves like a halo.

She’s beautiful like this, still sleepy and bare-faced, her skin flushed with desire. My thumb begins to play with her clit, and her hips roll against my hand, trying to get me exactly where she wants me. I smile down at her and slip free of her cunt.

I bring my fingers to my mouth, and her taste explodes across my tongue. Her pupils expand, and she licks her lips as she watches me, taking that bottom lip between her teeth.

“I need you,” I tell her, crawling down the bed and pushing her legs wide. “Hold your legs here for me, baby girl.”

Her hands immediately go behind her knees, holding herself bare and open to me. My thumbs spread her even further apart, exposing the wetness that has already gathered there. I lick her from her ass to her clit, tasting every sweet inch of her before I delve my tongue into her center. She groans and pushes against my face as I fuck her with my tongue.

I will never get sick of the way she tastes or the way her moans have the cutest little breathy quality to them, like she’s almost shocked every time one comes out of her mouth. I groan and growl into her as I eat her out, letting the vibrations roll through her.

My dick is hard as a rock, and I can feel it dripping onto the sheets underneath me as I grind my hips against the mattress. Looking up at her, I watch as she plays with her nipples. Her eyes are locked on the way my mouth moves against her.

When my tongue dips back inside of her, she sighs and her head drops back. I wrap my arms around her hips, holding her in place as she gets closer and closer. Her moans fill the room, and her hands find my hair, pulling until I can feel my eyes watering at the sting. It only adds fuel to the fire, my hips curling into the mattress with each swipe of my tongue inside of her.

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