Chapter 11
Holt
She pulls away, then tugs her sweater over her head. Underneath, she’s wearing a cute, floral button-down.
I go still as she unfastens the top button.
And the next one.
All I can do is watch, savoring each precious moment.
A third button and a wisp of black lingerie comes into view.
My beast claws at me as she unfastens the shirt all the way and throws it off.
Her breasts are big and round, overflowing her lacy bra. I can just make out the pinker shade of her nipples through the flimsy fabric.
When I lay my hands on them, she gasps.
“Holt, please.”
It’s the sweetest word I’ve heard in my life. Eagerly, I open the clasp at the back and tear off her bra. Her tits spill out, so full and beautiful. I draw them into my mouth, sucking her tender nipples.
She moves back and forth on my lap. Jesus. She’s grinding against my cock. It’s rock hard. Desperate to get to her.
I grasp her hips, lifting her right up. When I unfasten the zipper on her jeans, her sweet virgin scent spills out.
My beast is going half-mad with lust.
She helps me work the denim down her legs, staying on her feet even though she’s shaking with need. Pale-pink panties. A dark patch between her thighs.
Oh, god.
My cock surges at the sight.
I cup her through the fabric. Her body jerks and a soft cry slips out of her.
“Right there,” she whispers.
I push the panties aside. She’s soaked, warm against my fingers. I stroke her slit and feel the small, tight entrance that’s never taken anyone. My breath leaves me in a rough exhale. She’s tiny—so damn tiny. I don’t know how she’ll take me, but she will. Because she’s mine.
But first, I’ll make sure she’s ready.
“Come here,” I growl, pulling her closer.
She lets me guide her in until she’s right over my face. I drag my tongue along her slit. Her hips jerk and a startled laugh breaks out of her.
I grip her ass, full and soft in my hands, and pull her down so I can taste all of her. She moves against my mouth, slow at first, then with a rhythm she finds on her own. The sound she makes when I close my lips around her bud goes straight through me.
“Oh, Holt… that…” Her voice cracks. “Please.”
I draw back. “Please what?”
Her eyes meet mine, wide and bright. “Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
I hold her close and work my tongue exactly where she needs it. She rides my mouth, losing whatever shyness she had left. Before long, her legs tense and her breath stutters.
“Oh, God—!”
She comes—hard, trembling—while I hold her steady, her sweet juices spilling over my tongue.
When her body collapses, I catch her easily and lift her into my arms. She’s boneless from release, falling into me without hesitation.
I look around the room. I want to take her upstairs to the bed, but there’s no heating up there, and I don't want my baby getting cold.
Instead, I lay a thick blanket on the rug in front of the fire and lower her onto it.
She stretches out on her back, a smile playing on her lips, and her hands loose at her sides.
Five years since I touched her. Five years wanting this moment. And now she’s on her back in front of me, flushed, willing, legs open in a way that makes my cock throb.
She watches as I tear off my shirt and shove my jeans down. When my cock springs free, thick and heavy, her eyes widen — not fear exactly, but worry about how it’s going to fit inside her small, untouched body.
“Nothing happens until you’re ready,” I tell her.
Her hand lifts — careful, hesitant — and closes around the base of my cock. My muscles tremble, and it’s all I can do to hold back the beast. A sound breaks from my throat, and her fingers tighten as she strokes once, then again, learning the feel and weight of me.
“You ready, baby?” I growl.
She nods, eyes locked on her hand moving over me. “I want you. All of you.”
That’s all I need.
I settle between her thighs. She spreads for me, shy but determined, knees drawn up to give me better access. When I slide the head of my cock against her slit, she’s already slick — her body begging me in a way she doesn’t know how to say out loud yet.
I press the aching tip of my cock to her entrance. The first push meets resistance. Her breath hitches and she grabs my biceps with both hands.
“You’re okay,” I murmur, kissing her jaw, her throat, the soft skin just under her ear. “Open for me.”
She exhales, spreading herself wider, and whispers, “Don’t stop.”
I press forward again, and this time her body yields. I break through her virginity with one long, deep thrust. Her cry punches straight through my chest. I freeze, holding still, giving her a moment.
“Lila,” I breathe. “Talk to me.”
Her fingers slide into my hair, pulling me down. “I want more. More.”
I do as she asks—slowly at first, shallow strokes to let her adjust around the size of me. Her tightness is unreal, gripping me in a way that almost undoes me. I kiss her as I move, swallowing her small gasps, letting her know she’s safe.
When her hips lift to meet mine, I know she’s ready for more.
I push deeper.
All the way.
Until she gasps and her nails drag down my back.
Her pussy clamps around me in small fluttering squeezes, and the sight of her — lips parted, breasts rising against my chest, eyes half-closed — nearly makes me shoot my load.
“Holt…” Her voice is thin. “Don’t stop.”
I brace one arm under her lower back and adjust my angle, rolling my hips so I hit that tender spot inside her. Her whole body jolts. A shiver runs up her thighs.
“I’m—”
“Let go,” I whisper against her mouth.
And she breaks.
Her pussy clenches in fast, relentless pulses, her hands fisting in my hair as a fierce climax rips through her. I feel every one of those spasms milking my cock.
I fuck her through it, giving her every inch, letting her ride it out against my chest.
When she finally collapses back onto the blankets, gasping, I pull out slowly.
“Flip over,” I say softly.
Her eyes flutter open, dazed, overwhelmed with pleasure—but she obeys. I guide her onto all fours, positioning her exactly how I want her. Chest down, ass up, legs spread for me.
“That’s it,” I murmur, running my hand over her hip, then dragging my thumb down the slick crease between her thighs. “So pretty like this.”
She shivers, gripping the blanket.
Then she looks back at me over her shoulder, hair falling down her cheek, the mark of my earlier kisses on her neck. Her pussy is swollen, wet, open for me.
I grip her hips and sink into her again — this time in one long, heavy thrust that has her dropping her head forward with a moan.
“God, Lila,” I groan. “You feel unbelievable.”
I build a rhythm, slow at first, letting her get used to the angle — then harder, deeper, the slap of our bodies echoing in the quiet cabin. She pushes back on each stroke, matching my pace, taking every bit of me.
Her voice breaks. “Holt—please—”
Holy hell, she’s begging me for more, my amazing girl. I grip her hips tighter as her pussy begins to pulse again. “Take it. All of it.”
“Yes,” she gasps.
When she squeezes around me a second time, tighter than before, my control snaps.
I thrust hard, filling her with deep, claiming strokes, and the release hits me. Thick spurts flood her, my body locked to hers as I come inside her for the first time.
Her back presses tight against mine.
Everything in me roars one truth:
She’s mine.
And she’ll always be mine.