Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Tessa
I’ve always wanted this.
Wanted him.
My pulse is a wild drumbeat in my ears as Holt looms over me, his massive frame blocking out the cabin’s dim light, casting shadows over every ridge of muscle on his chest.
The cabin smells of pine, whiskey, and us—electrically charging the air between us with everything we’ve been trying to deny.
His eyes rake over me, hungry and wanting.
He’s so much bigger up close. His huge hands span across my belly, traveling up until they reach the edges of my bra.
His thick beard scrapes over my skin as he shoves my bra up roughly, and his mouth latches onto my breast.
I cry out, arching off the couch, the pull of his mouth shockingly intense.
College boys with their fumbling, awkward gropes in dorm rooms have left me unsatisfied for years. This is different.
Holt is demanding and bossy with his attention. Every move he makes is deliberate. He palms my other breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to sting, then soothing it with his tongue.
“Your tits are so fucking perfect,” he mutters, his voice rough. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about them and how delicious they would taste.”
He tugs my bra off completely to give him better access before he dips his head again and focuses all his attention on sucking and licking my nipples until I’m squirming, my panties soaked, pressing my thighs together.
“I’ve thought about this for so long,” I gasp out loud, the words tumbling free recklessly. “For years, I’ve fantasized about you touching me like this.”
He stills and looks up at me, his eyes darkening until they’re almost black, and a growl rumbles from his chest. “Fuck, Tessa. Keep saying shit like that, and I won’t be able to go slow.”
His words vibrate through me. “Good. I don’t want you to.”
His hand slides down over my belly until he’s palming my sex over my soaking panties.
“Look at you,” he says. “So wet for me already, aren’t you, doll?”
He presses down, pulling a groan from my lips at the friction.
A finger hooks under the elastic, and he drags my panties down my legs, leaving me exposed.
“Spread your legs, Tessa. I want to see every inch of that pretty, soaking-wet pussy.”
He drops to his knees in front of the couch as I do as he says.
He kneels between my thighs, his beard scraping the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as he presses kisses to each leg before shoving my legs even wider.
“You’re fucking dripping for me.” His thumb drags through my folds, slow and teasing, circling my clit until I whimper and buck.
“Holt,” his name is little more than a plea on my lips.
He withdraws his hand, and I groan in protest. “Patience, doll.” A low chuckle rumbles from his throat. “Touch your tits for me, Tessa. Show me how you play with them when you think of me.”
He’s demanding, leaving no room for refusal. Not that I want to refuse him. The way he’s watching me empowers me, making me bolder than I’ve ever felt before.
I reach up and palm my tits, squeezing their fullness and tweaking my nipples, rolling them between my fingers for him.
“Good girl,” he praises, sending a fresh, new thrill through me.
His fingers dip lower, pressing one inside me, then two, stretching me with a sharp burn that quickly melds into pleasure.
“Your little cunt is so fucking tight, Tessa.”
I moan, tears springing to my eyes as he crooks his fingers up, hitting a spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
Pleasure coils tight, its depth unfamiliar. I rock against his hand, chasing the feeling, my own fingers pulling and pinching my nipples.
“You like that, Tessa?”
I moan, squeezing my eyes shut, nodding frantically.
“Tell me,” he commands. “Tell Daddy how much you like it.”
My eyes fly open with the use of the nickname I’d given him when I was being a brat. A fresh wave of heat floods between my thighs.
He’s watching me like a wolf stalking his prey. His lips curl up into a wicked grin behind his beard, and he says it again, “Tell Daddy how much you like it, Tessa.”
I don’t hesitate. “I…yes. It feels so good.”
In response, he drops his head between my legs. He withdraws his fingers from my heat, but before I can protest, his tongue flattens out against my clit.
Broad, firm licks have my hips bucking wildly. He uses his free hand to lock down on my hip to keep me in place, pinning me down with enough bruising force to control my frenzy.
He growls, the vibration humming through me, almost breaking me.
Fingers plunge back into my wet heat. Is it three now? I’m impossibly full, stretched to the limit as he pumps in and out relentlessly, his lips sealing over my clit with ruthless suction.
It’s overwhelming—the sensations building inside me like a tidal wave that’s threatening to pull me under.
My hands thread through his hair, tugging the thick strands. I don’t know if I’m trying to hold him in place or pull him away. It’s all too much.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, lifting his head just enough to look up into my eyes, his lips shiny with my juices.
“I…I don’t know,” I whimper. It’s an honest answer. I’ve never felt like this before. It’s so raw, so all-consuming. “I’ve never…no one’s done this.”
“What?” His brows furrow, and he jerks away but doesn’t release his hold on my hip. “Christ, Tessa. Are you a—”
“No!” Heat floods my face, but I push through the embarrassment. “I’m not a…I’m just…I don’t have much experience,” I desperately try to explain. “Just a few boys at school. Quick, fumbling…nothing real. Nothing like this.” The confession feels vulnerable. Too vulnerable. It hangs between us.
His expression shifts. It’s not judgment but something deeper. Hungrier. “Guess that means this pussy is mine to ruin, doll,” he growls, his eyes blazing as he dives back in with more ferocity than before.
His tongue lashes my clit, fingers thrusting deeper, twisting and plunging, claiming every shudder he pulls from me as my orgasm rips through me.
My cry echoes in the cabin as I clench around him, waves pulsing endlessly as I shatter.
He doesn’t stop, licking me through every wave, soft laps prolonging the bliss until I’m twitching, oversensitive, and boneless.
And only just getting started.
Holt
I’m going to hell. Straight to the fucking fiery pit of hell.
And I don’t care.
The only thing that matters is this perfect woman splayed out before me, thighs wide, her sweet little cunt glistening like a goddamn offering.
Her beautiful, big eyes are closed, her flushed chest rising and falling with every breath as she tries to come back to herself.
Back to me.
Because I’m nowhere near done with her. Not yet.
Not ever.
I push the thought away before it can take root because I already know I’m in dangerous territory here with her. I can push it from my mind, but the reality is this is my best friend’s daughter that I’m about to fuck.
And even that sharp slap of reality can’t keep me away from her. Not now.
Not after I’ve tasted her sweet pussy and felt her tremble against my lips.
I’ve fucked plenty of no-strings women who know exactly what they’re getting with me. Rough, relentless, no names, no promises, dirty, hard sex. That’s it.
But her…
She’s so innocent and eager. The way she whispers fantasies about me.
No. I’m not walking away.
Her confession hit like a punch. Inexperienced boys who didn’t deserve her or know what they had. Fucking idiots.
I rise slowly, licking my lips, savoring the taste of her honey again.
She blinks up at me, both completely wrecked and needing more. Her lips are parted, nipples pebbled and pink, her pussy still fluttering from her first orgasm.
“Fuck, look at you,” I rasp, palming her thigh and dragging my thumb through her dripping folds one last teasing time, making her shiver under my touch. “You look so fucking pretty when you come, doll. But that pussy wants more, doesn’t it?”
I pinch her clit gently. Just enough to make her hips buck desperately.
“Yes,” she groans, biting her swollen lower lip. Her hands reach for me. “I need more. Please.”
My cock strains painfully against my jeans. I’m leaking like a goddamn teenager as I tug my jeans and boxer briefs down, kicking them off behind me. My cock springs free—heavy, thick, veined, and throbbing.
Tessa’s eyes are wide, her pretty lips dropped open in an O.
“You’re so…”
I wrap a hand around my cock and stroke slowly up my length.
“Like what you see?”
Again, she bites her lip and nods as she reaches out tentatively.
I jerk under her soft, exploratory grip.
Jesus, her touch is fire.
I grit my teeth and focus as she does her best to wrap her tiny hand around me and starts stroking.
Slow at first, her thumb swipes across the head, spreading precum over the tip.
I groan, my hips jerking into her grip. “Just like that, doll. Fuck, you’re killing me.”
Her lips twitch into a sassy smile, thinking she’s somehow gained the upper hand.
I use my free hand to cup her breast, rolling her nipple to keep her simmering and remind her who’s really in control here. I drag my gaze back to her face. So sweet. So innocent.
She has no idea I’m about to wreck her. I should stop. I should walk away. Hell, there are a lot of things I should do.
But there’s no point in pretending I’m going to do any of them. Not unless she wants me to.
“Last chance to stop this, Tessa.” I give her nipple a sharp pinch.
“No,” she moans. “Don’t stop.”
“I don’t have a condom,” I tell her. “If I sink into this tight little pussy, I’m going bare. And I’m going to fill you up. Pump you full and leave you dripping with me. You understand what that means?”
Color floods her cheeks, innocence and desire warring in her eyes. She swallows hard, but her hand tightens around my cock, pulling a groan from me. “Yes,” she whispers. “I understand.”