Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
“Lift your skirt.”
The tone of his voice makes goosebumps break out across my skin. I do as he says, curling my fingers underneath the hem of my skirt before slowly raising it. He raises a brow when he sees that I’ve ditched my briefs, wearing nothing but a white thong underneath. Then he’s leaning forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, his eyes locked on the space between my legs.
“Now show me what’s mine.”
My heart pounds as I reach down to pull my thong to the side, baring myself to him. His teeth scrape over his bottom lip, watching me, his face mere inches from my pussy.
“Bring it here.”
I shift forward, bringing my pussy to his mouth. The tip of his tongue traces my slit, one of his hands holding me in place by the back of my thigh.
“I knew you’d be wet. Keep holding that skirt up for me,” he instructs before diving in to kiss and bite and suck at my flesh.
“Holden.” His name on my lips is somewhere between a moan and a plea as I rock my hips, his tongue sliding across my clit. He hooks his fingers into the strings of my underwear at my sides and tugs them down my legs.
“That move you did earlier,” he stays, pocketing my underwear. “I want to see it again.”
I know which move he’s referring to. My pulse hammers in my ears at what I’m about to do, equal parts turned on and embarrassed by the idea. “This one?” I ask, my voice coming out breathier than I mean it to. I lift my left leg, toes pointed, and grab the bottom of my cheer shoe. Holden watches with barely restrained lust in his eyes as I bring my leg straight up in the air, pulling it close to my body.
“Fuck, your pussy is so pretty,” he says, dipping his middle finger inside me. “So wet and hot inside.” His mouth closes over me as he sucks my clit, my lips parting on a gasp. I can’t take more than ten or fifteen seconds before my leg starts to shake, my muscles straining to hold this position.
His hand slides along my extended leg from the back of my thigh, all the way to my ankle. His fingers circle my ankle, and then he’s slowly lowering my leg to the bench, his mouth never leaving its target. Needing more, I drop my knee to the bench, bringing my other leg up to straddle his lap. Holden quickly lifts his hips, pulling his shorts and boxers down just low enough to free himself.
“Put me inside you.”
I don’t hesitate to reach behind me, wrapping my fingers around his hard length, and then I line him up with my entrance and sink down onto him in one swift motion. His mouth falls open as I cry out, unprepared for how deep it would feel. I pull off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor behind me, leaving me in nothing but my skirt and cheer shoes. Holden’s mouth immediately latches on to my nipple, sucking hard.
“Yes,” I breathe. I start to ride him faster, feeling this inexplicable urge to show him without words how much I need him. My arms circle his neck, holding him tight. His hands splay across my back, and I bury my face in his neck as I fuck him. I keep him deep inside me, my clit rubbing against his lower stomach with each roll of my hips.
“You’re going to tell me you could give this up?” Holden asks, his voice harsh, his hand sliding through my hair to grip my ponytail.
I shake my head in response, feeling my orgasm building.
“Then be with me,” he says. “I want everyone to know you’re mine. I want to kiss you in public and fill this pussy with my cum in private. Every night. And I know you feel the same, even if you’re too fucking stubborn to admit it.”
“Please,” I say, feeling myself clench around him at his words. We’re both sweating, our bodies sliding together, my hair damp and sticking to the side of my face.
“And if for some reason I’m wrong about that, I’ll teach myself to live with however much of yourself you’re willing to give. If that makes me pathetic, then so be it.” His voice is strained, our bodies grinding against each other.
“Holden,” I start to cry, overwhelmed physically and emotionally, the heart I didn’t even know I had breaking and mending simultaneously at his words.
“I’m in love with you, Valentina.” Valentina. Not Valen. Not Sweet Valentine.
My head falls back, and I look up at the drops of condensation streaming down the glass ceiling as tears stream freely down my face. He slips a hand between our bodies and under my skirt, his fingers finding my clit, making me feel so good.