Hollis
EIGHT
Her lips were perfect.
My tongue swept over them, and she opened for me, letting me plunge my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like every fucking goddamn dream I’d never let myself have. I’d thought about where life was supposed to go, and Maryanne’s mere existence had changed it all.
The innocence in her kiss, the small hint of inexperience, made me want her more. I picked her up, loving the way her legs wrapped around my waist. My hands held on to her ass cheeks like my life depended on it.
I stood there unable to decide if I wanted to set her down on my bed, take her back to the chair, or say fuck it and press her body against the closest wall.
Either way, I would be sinking balls deep inside of her body within the next thirty minutes, and I wouldn’t stop until the sun had long come back up in the morning.
I set her down and loved the way her little hands gripped the front of my shirt until I tugged it off. She immediately started to stroke the planes of my muscular chest. The heat of her touch left trails I knew I’d feel long after we finished. Her caress left an invisible mark on me.
Her mark.
And fuck me, I loved it.
I fell to my knees and stared at her. In this position, we were almost at eye level and, without looking away, I kissed her.
Maryanne’s lips danced with mine. With each beat of our hearts, she became a little more confident, surer of herself.
My lips drifted to the edge of hers and then down her neck to her collarbone.
My hands moved from her hips to her breasts, cupping her tits, brushing the pads of my thumbs over her tightened nipples.
“Perfect. My little flower’s so fucking perfect,” I groaned against her skin.
My lips moved lower, taking one of her turgid peaks into my mouth and pulling with a deep guttural moan.
She tasted so damn good. Her skin was sweet like vanilla.
And soft. So fucking soft I couldn’t stop the way I mauled her, marking the delicate flesh with my teeth.
An overwhelming need pounded through me to leave a mark.
I pulled away, letting her nipple go with a pop before turning to give the other side attention.
Not that my sweet little flower let me give it too much.
Maryanne squirmed and writhed, and when I let go of that nipple, my lips didn’t leave her body.
I was aching to get my mouth on every square inch of her, but I was so fucking greedy and impatient.
I buried my face between her legs, pushing my nose to the apex of her thighs, and breathed in, exhaling with an animal-like sound. “Fuck! You smell incredible.”
“Daddy.”
“Such a good little girl for me. Keeping this cherry safe for me, didn’t you?”
“Yes!” she hissed. I smiled before tugging the sheer sexy red panties down her hips and thighs. I squeezed her ass cheek and looked up at her. My girl stared down at me through a hooded glassy gaze.
“Look at this pretty pussy. I’m going to eat you whole, baby girl.”
“Hollis.” Her legs trembled before she ran her delicate fingers through my hair, tugging at the ends gently. “Later.”
“Later?” I asked, a little confused what she meant.
“Later. Right now, I need you. Inside of me.”
“Baby girl, I haven’t even slipped a finger inside your tight little pussy. You think you would be able to take my cock?”
“Yes.”
“So fucking enthusiastic.” I grinned, kissing her thighs and then her pubis. “Look how fucking pretty.”
“Hollis. Please.” Her knees shook, and I dove in. Her fingers tightened in my hair as I licked her. Her taste bloomed on my tongue, slightly familiar from the stolen panties I’d sniffed and fucking sucked on like a goddamn creep. “Daddy’s never going to get enough of you, little flower.”
“Please.” Her legs spread some, and my hands moved up her thighs. My fingers slid up and down her pussy lips, coating them with her essence before dipping inside of her.
Slowly. Carefully. My eyes shut and my hands shook as I worked my finger into her tight heat.
“Never felt anything like this, baby. Never. Not even close. Jesus, look at you.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Her pretty, little swollen clit was poking out between her puffy pussy lips stretching almost obscenely around my finger.
“Look at how well you’re stretching around my finger.”
“Oh god! Yes!” Her head fell back, exposing her neck. Something I took full advantage of.
“You think you can take another, Maryanne?”
“Yes. Please.” Her stance widened, and I smiled up at her.
“Good girl. Such a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?” I praised her while slipping another finger inside of her.
Slowly and with more patience I knew was possible.
I licked and sucked on her clit, fingering her, reaching for that spot that made her louder. Tighter. I didn’t stop until she was squeezing my fingers so damn tightly, so fucking beautifully my cock fucking throbbed.
“Hollis— Daddy, I’m going to… oh god, I’m— I’m going to come!” she squealed her warning, but I felt it. She cried out my name almost simultaneously as wetness gushed. Her walls fluttered and milked my fingers, pulling me deeper into her pussy.
“Look at you. Goddamn perfection.” I couldn’t tear my eyes from her beautiful face while she caught her breath. “Look at how beautifully you took my fingers, baby.” I kissed her thighs, pulling my fingers out of her and away from her sex. She gasped, obviously missing my touch.
I stood and picked her up like a groom would his bride.
Carefully, I laid her down on my bed, our bed, if I had anything to say about it, covering her body with mine the moment her back hit the mattress.
My face dipped down to touch my lips to hers with her girl cum on them.
She didn’t pull away. She kissed me back with matched enthusiasm. Harder. Sweeter. Passionate.
Her tongue plunged into my mouth, and she sucked on mine for a moment before we had to pull away to take a breath.
“I need you,” she whined fucking adorably, making my balls draw up tight. “Please, Daddy. Hollis—“
“We can stop,” I rasped. My cock was painfully hard, aching to get inside of her, but I didn’t want to rush her.
“Hollis—“
“I’m serious. We can slow down.” I swallowed hard, trying to keep my eyes on hers, but fuck, it was so hard when her tits jiggled so fucking beautifully with every breath she took.
“We can stop and—“ Whatever fucking good intention I had disappeared the moment her hand rose and touched my face, her eyes locked with mine.
“I want you, Hollis Porter. I’m sure I want you to be my first… everything.” The steady confidence in her voice made my heart soar.
“Your only anything,” I growled, and her eyes, to my sheer pleasure and surprise, softened. She liked my possessiveness when it came to her. Thank fuck.
“My one and only. And your last.” My little virginal flower might be sweet, but she had a territorial side, and fuck me, I loved that, too. I wanted her claim, her mark on me, too. “Please make love to me.”
“Not being able to say no to you is going to be the fucking end of me, little flower,” I growled, pulling my shorts down along with my boxer briefs.
I felt her help push them down, and when I was free and as naked as she was, her gaze felt like a touch. My cock throbbed, fucking pulsated, straining to get inside of her.
“You’re big.”
“I’ll fit.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I was made for you. I’ll go slow. I’ll be gentle,” I promised. “But if you want me to stop, if you want to wait, that’s okay, too.”
“I don’t. I want you. Right now.” She swallowed, lifting her torso up by her elbows as her legs spread just a little wider. I watched as her dewy, puffy lips started to blossom, her pussy pink and shiny from my mouth and her orgasm.
“You sure, baby?” My fingers skimmed her little entrance. I kneeled in front of her, gripping the base of my dick roughly, something to take the edge off, but fuck, I was close.
Dangerously close.
I’d be lucky if I lasted a goddamn minute inside of her with how fucking on edge I was.
“I’m positive. Fuck me, Hollis. Please, Daddy? I need you. Inside. Now.” My nose flared, and breathed in her feminine essence, her juicy girl cum sweet in my lungs with every breath I took. I wanted to smell her scent every day for the rest of my days.
“I’m clean. I was tested six months ago and haven’t been with anyone since,” I shared, my tone hoarse.
A droplet of fluid beaded up at the tip of my dick, the need to get inside of her so fucking great, but above that, I needed to keep her safe, respect her and whatever her wishes would be after this little conversation we needed to have before I took things any further.
“Will you let me take you raw?” I asked. Her eyes flared.
“I shouldn’t.” She licked her lips. “I’m not on anything.” Her hips undulated beneath me, pressing her lips against the tip of my cock. Her eyes fluttered shut, and those perfect pouty lips of hers pouted as she shuddered a breath. Just the sight of her was almost too much for me.
“Will you pull out, Daddy?” Her eyes opened and connected with mine.
I didn’t miss the flash of naughtiness in her gaze.
“Will you put this”—she reached for me, and I felt like I was a goddamn statue, unable to move from her touch as her warm palm wrapped around the bottom half of my length—“this big cock inside of your little flower? Will you pop my cherry without a condom and then pull out and come all over me?”
“Is that what my sweetness wants?” I panted. Her hand shuttled up and down, and the wicked gleam in her smile should have warned me.
“No, Daddy.” She bit down on her bottom lip. “I want you to come inside of me first.”
“Fuck,” I cursed.
Her words, her dirty, filthy words, snapped that last hold of control I had. I gripped her hand off my dick by her wrist and pulled it up above her head.
“You’re going to be a good girl and take every drop daddy gives you, aren’t you, little flower?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Such a good girl for daddy,” I whispered.
I lost sight of her pretty blues when her eyes fluttered shut as the tip of my dick bumped her entrance.
“Look at this pretty hole.” I glanced down to where we were about to be connected.
“You saved that cherry-tight pussy for me, and daddy’s going to make sure to make it feel so fucking good,” I vowed.
“Promise?” She moaned and writhed under me.
“Fuck, yes. Daddy promises,” I vowed, pushing the tip just a little inside. Her back arched and hips moved, taking me in a little more. “Be a good girl for daddy and don’t move. Stay still.”
“Shit! That’s hot.”
“You like it, don’t you? You like when your man tells you what to do. You like when daddy tells you how you’re going to take me so damn good.”
“Fuck, Hollis! Just like that.” Her leg curled over my hip, and I dropped down, stretching her another inch and then another. Bumping the delicate barrier that she was gifting me. “I promise I don’t take this gift lightly, Maryanne baby.”
“Please, Hollis,” she whined beautifully. “It’s yours! Pop my cherry. Please, Daddy.”
I was a weak, weak man when it came to Maryanne Alder. There was nothing I could ever deny her. Never. Much less this.
I pulled out, and she whimpered her complaint. But before she could utter another word, I thrust back inside of her with one long powerful stroke, covering her lips with mine, swallowing her moan.
“Good girl. Such a good girl. Giving daddy that cherry.”
“Shit!” she hissed, and I smiled. Sweat formed at my temples, and my thighs and arms started to quake as I held myself above her body, impaled deep inside her raw wet heat.
“Does it hurt?” I asked through gritted teeth as I held my body still, waiting for her to accommodate to my size and the way I’d just fucking intruded her body.
“Move,” she cried, blue eyes glassy with unshed tears.
“Get off you?” I rasped.
“No.” Her legs wrapped around me tighter, pressing my balls closer to her, coating them with her honey. “I need you to move inside of me.”
“Anything for daddy’s girl,” I promised and gave her just that.
We started to move slowly at first, both a little out of sync until we found our rhythm. She was new to this, and even though I wasn’t, this felt like a first for me, too.
Our first time together.
The first time sex actually fucking meant something.
Like two pieces of a puzzle coming together, we found the right tempo to the dance our bodies were dancing. Slowly moving up in speed. The sound of the bed creaking beneath our weight, the breathy moans that echoed as the scent of sex permeated the air increased in speed.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Her cries became louder, stuttered, and almost incoherent as she started to tighten around me.
“Come for me,” I demanded, letting a hand slip between us.
I was way too fucking close to think straight.
The only thought in my head above finding my own pleasure was getting her off.
I rubbed her clit as I rolled and ground my hips to find that spot inside of her that made her gush like a leaky faucet,
“Right there!” she moaned. “Oh god, Hollis! Please! I’m going to—“
“Come for me, little flower,” I growled. “Come on daddy’s cock, coated with your cherry and girl cum.”
“Not without you,” she argued adorably. “Please, Daddy, I want to come with you.” Her words came out broken, but the request was clear.
I shook my head trying to swipe away the beads of sweat rolling down my face from hitting my already stinging eyes.
“Maryanne, be a good girl for me,” I panted, my load so fucking close, my eyes were about to cross.
“Not without you,” she whimpered. My adorable, stubborn girl. “Please, Daddy!” I wasn’t going to be able to hold back. She was close, but fuck me, I was closer.
“Daddy. Please. Come inside me.” Her dirty words broke me and threw me over the edge of euphoria.
My release hit me like a Mack truck. Ribbon after ribbon of white-hot heat flooded her unprotected pussy.
Blood rushed in my ears, muffling any sound as I worked my hips.
Harder. Erratic. Deeper. Emptying myself inside her body just as her slick velvety walls pulsed and milked me.
Her own orgasm hit her like a riptide that pulled more and more of my seed straight from my balls and right into her pussy, creaming her to the hilt.
When I was done, I was too exhausted to keep my body weight off her. I slumped down, giving her way too much weight.
“Shit, sorry,” I apologized, my heart still beating erratically. I tried to roll off her so I wouldn’t squish her, but she wrapped her limbs around me to keep us locked together and connected even as I slowly became half hard.
“Stay. Don’t go,” she whispered so softly I wondered if I had imagined it. “Please.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” The words were a promise I would do anything to keep.