6. Holly
6
HOLLY
T hings had gone from zero to sixty as soon as we’d gotten to Stefan’s home. I’d only had a few minutes to admire his rustic cabin that sat on three acres of wooded land before he was lifting me and carrying me to his room.
“Get on your knees, Holly.”
Yeah… so that’s where I was right now. But then again, there was no need for any preamble to what we both wanted. We’d made that perfectly clear, and so both of us jumped in headfirst.
“But…,” I murmured, my voice trailing off as my scrambled mind tried to make sense of what I was doing.
This is the most reckless thing I’ve ever done.
Yep, and it feels incredible.
“Holly.” He lifted an eyebrow, taking a step back.“Don’t make me tell you again.” His tone left no room for argument. It was firm, commanding, and sent a shiver down my spine.
This was insane—completely out of character for me—but the raw authority and dominance in his voice this time had me obeying right away.
I didn’t even think twice; I slowly lowered myself to the floor, my knees pressing against the hardwood. My heart was pounding, and I felt heat rise along my neck as I worried my bottom lip nervously.
My gaze lifted to meet his, and I saw the intensity in his eyes.
I also saw how much my innocence was getting him off.
I felt like I should stop this, call it off before it went any further. But I pursed my lips and silently begged for more.
I stayed on my knees, my breath catching as he stared down at me, his expression dark and overwhelming.
“Undo my pants and take my cock out,” he growled, the heat in his voice unmistakable.
Oral was something I done in the past… but I’d never done it like this. I’d never submitted before.
He stood a couple of feet before me, so I had to reach my arms out, my hands trembling as I went for the button and zipper of his pants. Every nerve in my body felt alive, hyperaware of how dangerously intoxicating Stefan was.
It was when I got the waistband undone and the zipper down that I realized he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Look at me,” he coaxed, and when I did, I saw he was grinning, clearly knowing where my thoughts had gone. His face softened, and he bent from his towering height and gently pushed my hair behind my ear, then traced down my jaw. “You’re gonna be Daddy’s naughty girl, Holly.”
“Oh… God,” I murmured, my pussy clenching at his words as my eyes darted downward again. I stared for only a second, half in disbelief and half in a state of potent arousal, at the sheer size of his erection, before I met his gaze once more.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
As if he read my thoughts, he smirked darkly and said in a sexy tone, “Crawl closer and suck on this gigantic cock. Make me come.”
The heat in his gaze fueled something reckless inside of me, and before I knew what I was doing, I slowly crawled the last couple of feet to Stefan and curled my fingers around this length. His dick was so hard and hot in my palm, and a slick bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip. While I stared at how massive he was, I stroked upward slowly and felt the thick vein that ran the underside of his dick.
A groan rumbled from deep within his chest, and I glanced up to see the raw pleasure clear in his expression.
“Do you like this?” I asked softly. He didn't respond, but there was something about the way he looked at me that reminded me of a predator waiting to devour its prey.
“Fuck yeah, I do,” he growled as his fingers traced along my jaw before diving into my hair. His touch was surprisingly gentle for how fierce his appearance was.
For a moment, I forgot everything else. It was just him and me in this sexually charged and heady moment. The passion in his stare kept me rooted in this very moment.
I squeezed his cock tighter, reveling in the way he groaned at my touch. I loved the way I could make his giant body tense with pleasure. I felt so powerful at that moment.
Then, he leaned closer, his breath hot against my skin. And before he could say anything, I flattened my tongue over the crown of his dick and dragged it along the underside of his length.
Stefan’s sharp inhale and how he tightened his hold in my hair told me not to stop. His fingers gripped my dark strands just hard enough to make my scalp tingle.
“How do you want it, baby?” His voice was gravelly, and I could feel the intensity radiating off him as he took control back.
I dragged my tongue over his cock head once more, knowing I was unleashing something dark and powerful in this larger-than-life man.
But I was also completely at his mercy, and I loved it.
“I want it however you’ll give it to me… Daddy.” I knew what I was saying. I knew enough from my short time of being around Stefan to understand the type of man he was.
He craved raw, hard, and rough.
And right now, so did I.
He grinned like a shark, pulled my hair until I gasped, and snarled out, “Take my cock to the back of your throat until you gag. And don’t stop until I tell you to.”