Page 34 of Holden

“You’re amazing,” I whisper, my voice filled with awe.

His mouth twists into a sexy grin. He climbs off the bed to finish undressing. His eyes lock in on my pussy, and his tongue slides across his bottom lip. I’m sure my juices have soaked through my panties and I love that he can’t tear his gaze away. In this moment, he belongs to me.

I know it won’t last, but I’ll take whatever I can get.

Holden kneels at the edge of the bed and puts his hands on my knees to pry apart my legs. I spread wide to make way for his mouth. The second his tongue dives into my crotch, my hips buck almost involuntarily, and I grip the sheets tight in my fists. I turn my head to the side, burying my cheek against the pillow. My vision fills with dots.

Holden’s voice is muffled against my pussy. “Hold still, sweetness. I’m only just getting started.”

The floodgates erupt. Hot juice flows between my thighs, wetting the comforter, maybe soaking right through to the mattress for all I can tell. A whimper sneaks out from my throat. I want to beg him to touch me, taste me, suck me dry, but the second his mouth closes in around my throbbing clit, it’s game over.

All I can do is pant.

The orgasm starts to build. I force it back, drawing out the pleasure for as long as I can. Please God, don’t let this night end. His tongue plunges into my pussy, pulls out, dives in again and again. I hold on to the side of the mattress as he devours me, curling the sheets under my fingers so tightly my knuckles go white.

My clit pulsates. I start gasping, my breath coming out in rasps.

If he doesn’t slow down—

“Holden, please, you’re going to make me come.”

Ignoring my desperate plea to ease up the pace, he inserts two fingers inside me and thrusts deep. I cry out in shock. My eyes widen as he begins to suck and finger me at once, my crescendo rising with an intensity that claws at my skin. It’s like my entire body is on fire.

My pelvis bucks under his mouth. He picks up speed and I feel the orgasm cresting on my pussy. I grab his head and shove it deeper just as my release shudders over me in a seismic tidal wave. I come hard, panting and screaming until my voice gives out. Holden sucks at the juices, cleaning every last drop. I imagine it sliding down his throat.

When he finally pulls away, I gasp. My head spins with pleasure and I am breathless, weightless, floating on Cloud 9. I pull him towards me and he crushes his mouth against mine. The muskiness of my sex lingers on his breath, his moist lips.

“My God…”

“I’m not near finished, sweetness’,” he says, and impossibly, I get wet again. It’s ridiculous how my body responds to him, over and over—it’s like I have no control. There has to be something wrong with that.

Doesn’t there?

I clench Holden’s back and grind up against him so that his hard cock nestles against my pussy. I part my lips, inviting his tongue, and our mouths tangle together. I am intoxicated and suddenly desperate to feel him inside me. Except I don’t want to rush. In this moment, here, now, maybe forever, I will do anything he wants, forget the interview altogether, just to savor this—him—for a bit longer.

My heart is a kick drum, pounding to its own beat.

He lays on top of me, hard cock pulsing between my thighs, teasing me with the anticipation of what comes next. Every inch of my body tingles.

My pelvis arches against him, and suddenly he’s nestled deep inside me. I gasp at his girth, how fully he fills me. He thrusts hard and I swear he’s going to push through to the other side, he’s so big.

“Jesus, sweetness. You’re so damn wet.”

Soaked.

It drips down the back of my thighs. Onto the sheets. If he doesn’t come soon, it’s going to be a puddle on the fucking bed.

I clench my pussy around Holden’s cock and he lets out a low groan. He pulls out, dives in, slowly picking up speed until he drives into me with deep thrusts that knock the breath from my chest. I’m panting, moaning, biting into my lip to stop from screaming out. Anything to maintain some semblance of control.

“Harder,” I say, breathing heavy.

His eyes cloud with desire and he plunges deep, fucking me with the intensity of a jackhammer. My brain goes numb. I can’t think, can’t breathe.

But there is no way in hell I want this to stop.

My nails dig into Holden’s back, biting at his skin with a fervor that startles even myself. He grits his teeth and grabs my hips, pounding harder and harder until it’s as though our bodies merge into one. His cock fills and consumes me, and I willingly give in.

“Jesus Christ, Chelsea,” he says, and the sound of my name on his lips brings another orgasm dangerously close. “Come,” he growls.