7. Holly
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HOLLY
Y eah… this was what I wanted.
This was what I craved.
I still had my hand wrapped around his cock, my fingertips unable to even touch because of his girth. I tipped my head slightly back and stared at his face. Stefan had his gaze locked right on me, his chest rising and falling in a way that made it clear he was trying to control himself.
God, that was hot.
But before I could really take him deep, he was lifting me off the floor and ushering me over to the big leather chair that was in front of the unlit stone fireplace. I had taken little notice of how his room was set up, but it had the same rustic aesthetic as the rest of the cabin I was able to see briefly, and it fit his larger-than-life body and personality perfectly.
He toed off his boots, dropped his pants, and stepped out of them in a way that was anything but awkward, his movements smooth and controlled. Once he was sitting, he pointed to the spot between his legs, and I sank down to my knees like his good girl.
He rested his forearms on the arms of the chair, leaned back, and his gaze went half-mast.
I was sober, but I felt intoxicated being around him.
“Go on, Holly. Give me what I want and deep throat this big dick until you gag.” Stefan’s voice grew deeper, his tone harder and more demanding. Shivers raced along my body at the auditory orgasm that he caused in me.
I looked at his dick, the slit at the tip already dotted with pre-cum. I found my mouth watering for another taste of him. And then, without waiting anymore, I lowered my head, parted my lips, and sucked the thick head into my mouth.
The flavor of his semen was salty and exploded on my tongue, and I moaned in pleasure. He tasted so good—potent and all male. I closed my eyes and moaned around him as I started moving my head up and down.
I took as much as I could into my mouth, and when the wide head hit the back of my throat and I gagged, I heard him groan as he tangled his hand in my hair once again.
“That’s it,” he said in a raspy voice. “You’re being Daddy's good girl right now, Holly.”
He tightened his fingers in my hair and kept me right where he wanted me. And I kept sucking on him. I deep-throated the fuck out of his monster cock and ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, feeling that thick vein throb. I worked my mouth over his throbbing rod until he started lifting his hips to get more of himself inside of me.
My eyes started watering as my mouth salivated for more. I was a whore for him, and I fucking loved it as I felt him get impossibly harder in my mouth. All I could taste was his salty pre-cum, and it was such an aphrodisiac that I wanted to reach between my legs and rub my pussy until I came.
But I kept my hands on his muscular thighs and bobbed my head up and down, wanting him to come down my throat so damn badly.
“ Jesus Christ ,” he cursed. “Best blowjob I’ve ever gotten, baby doll. Keep it up, and I won’t be able to stop myself from filling your belly with my cum.”
I hummed and started playing with his balls. And just when I felt his body tighten, knowing he was about to orgasm, Stefan groaned and pulled my head back by using his hold on my hair.
His dick slipped from my mouth with a resounding pop, and I looked up at him, my chest rising and falling as I panted. My lips felt swollen and slightly numb, and saliva dripped from the corners.
“I’ve changed my mind. When I come,” he growled, “it’s going to be with my cock in that no-doubt pretty little cunt of yours.”
His words were so lewd and vulgar that I should have slapped him across the face. But my pussy got wetter. And I felt so drunk on endorphins that I couldn’t even speak.
“Tell me how much you want that. Be Daddy's little slut and say what you know I want to hear.”
I could hear my heart racing in my ears, felt it throb at the base of my throat. The arousal I felt was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, and I never wanted it to end.
“Fuck me like I’m your whore.” And there it was… the nastiest and most anti-feminist words I’d ever spoken. Yet they made me feel… powerful .
He didn’t respond, but he gripped his cock and started stroking himself from root to tip as he watched me.
I licked my lips, glanced down, and just watched him jerk off. “Fuck me with that big cock… Daddy.” The role-playing wasn’t something I'd ever done before, but with Stefan, I knew I'd do anything to chase this high. I looked up at his face again and whispered, “Use that enormous cock to stretch me until it hurts.”
He said nothing for long seconds, just kept jerking off nice and slow, steady and easy, as if he was prolonging my erotic torture.
“If my baby doll wants that, I’m all about giving in to her demands.” His words were lighthearted, but his tone sounded anything but. It spoke of dominance. “Get naked for me, Holly, and I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow, just like you asked for. Show Daddy what a good girl you are.”
Who needs to walk anyway? I thought as I stood up, and then I stripped for him.