Chapter 7 #2
“Are you sure?” I give her one last chance to back out.
“Because once I’m inside you, I’m going to claim every sweet inch of you.
I’m going to fuck you deep and hard. I don’t do gentle, Tessa.
” Again, she swallows hard and nods. “And when I come, I’m gonna fill your pretty pussy so full you’ll feel me for days. ”
“I want you,” she says, each word deliberate. “All of you. Exactly how you want it.” A little shiver runs through her. “I want you to come inside me.”
A growl rips from my chest, low and possessive. There’s no way I can hold back now. “Good girl,” I murmur, leaning in to brush her lips in a rough, claiming kiss. I nudge her thighs wider and line myself up, every muscle in my body pulled tight as a wire.
“Deep breath,” I murmur, the head of my cock pressing against her slick entrance. “Let me in, nice and slow.”
I clench my jaw and force myself to go slow as I push, inch by brutal inch, her tight walls stretching around me. Heat sears up my spine. She lets out a sharp whimper, her nails digging into my shoulders, her hips rocking up to meet me even as her body fights to accommodate me.
“Breathe,” I grit, forcing myself to pause halfway, sweat breaking across my brow. “You’re so fucking tight. Relax for me, Tessa.”
She exhales in a shaky rush, her eyes locked on mine.
She looks like fucking heaven with her eyes wide, her lips parted, and my cock inside her.
I feel her relax around me, her body softening for me.
The resistance eases, and with one more thrust, I sink the rest of the way inside her, bottoming out until my hips are flush with hers.
Being buried deep inside her like this—bare, throbbing, surrounded by her heat—nearly undoes me.
“Fuck,” I rasp, my forehead dropping to hers. “You feel so fucking good, taking all of me like that.”
“I feel so full,” she breathes, still fighting for breath. “You’re so big.”
Pride and something deeper twists in my chest. I draw back slowly, dragging against every sensitive ridge inside her, then drive forward again until I’m balls-deep. She gasps, but before she has a chance to recover, I do it again, setting a slow, punishing rhythm.
It’s not the brutal pace I’m used to, but she needs this. She’s special. Not like the other women I’ve been with. Tessa’s different.
My hand slides between us, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing tight circles in time with my thrusts. “That’s it,” I murmur, my voice rough. “Take it. Take it all. This is what it’s supposed to feel like, Tessa.” I snap my hips, thrusting deep. “This is fucking.”
Tessa
I don’t think I’ve ever felt my body so intensely. Every nerve ending is lit up, sparking and firing all at once. Holt is everywhere.
His chest is pressed to mine, his breath hot against my cheek, his cock stretching me, his thumb working my clit like he knows my body better than I do. I think he does.
Each punishing thrust drives the air from my lungs. He’s so deep it feels like he’s rearranging something inside me, possessing me in ways I didn’t even know were possible.
I can hear the wet slide of him moving in and out of me, obscene and filthy, only making the heat inside me coil tighter.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, fingers digging into his shoulder in an effort to anchor myself. “Holt…”
“Talk to me, Tessa,” he growls softly against my ear, his rhythm never faltering. “Tell me how it feels. Tell Daddy.”
Again, the use of that name does something wicked to me. I force my eyes to stay open and meet his, even as my vision begins to blur around the edges. “You feel so…” I can’t find a word that comes close to being enough. “You’re so deep.”
“I’m so deep, what?”
I almost combust. “You’re so deep, Daddy.”
“That’s right,” he growls, his mouth curving into a wicked smile, letting me know how much I’m pleasing him. “I am deep, doll.” He flicks his hips, driving himself deeper, and I cry out as he hits a spot inside me that makes my toes curl and my whole body jolt.
“There it is,” he says, satisfaction threading through his tone. He does it again. And again. “Right there, Tessa? That’s your spot. Only I get to touch you like this. Remember that.”
I can’t think, let alone argue. My legs tighten around his waist, desperately trying to pull him closer. My body moves on instinct now, meeting his thrusts, chasing the feeling that’s building deeper inside me.
Every time his hips slam into mine and his thumb relentlessly circles my clit, the pressure only builds tighter and hotter until my need for release is almost painful.
“I… I can’t…” I choke on the words. “It’s too much.”
“It’s not,” he tells me. His thrusts come harder. “You can take it.” His voice is low and commanding. “You’re going to take every inch I give you, and then you’re going to come on my cock like a good girl.” Yes. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it, Tessa? You wanted me to fuck you like this.”
A whimper spills from my lips. He’s right. I did want this. I wanted him. But I had no idea just how good it would feel. What it would mean.
I’m so close I can taste it. My muscles flutter around him, clenching down as the tension pulls tighter and tighter, wrapping around me. His gaze burns into me, pinning me in place.
“Look at me, Tessa,” he orders. “I want you looking me in my eyes when you fall apart for me.”
It takes everything I have, but I lock onto him right as I feel myself about to explode.
“Come for me, doll,” he tells me. “Come on my big, hard cock.”
And I do.
The orgasm hits like a tidal wave, ripping through me hard. I cry out, arching my back as everything inside me snaps. My pussy clamps down hard and desperate, milking him in violent, punishing squeezes. My vision whites out, my fingers scraping down his back as I try to hold on to something solid.
“That’s it,” he grits out as he thrusts through my climax, driving me higher instead of easing off. “That’s my girl. Feel how you’re squeezing me? I’m going to fill you up, Tessa. You’re going to make me—”
He cuts himself off with a harsh groan, his hips slamming into mine one final time, burying himself as deep as he can go. And then I feel it.
Every hot pulse of it as he spills deep inside me, coating my insides just like he promised. My breath catches, another small aftershock rolling through me.
For a second, neither of us moves. His weight is solid and heavy over me, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath ragged and harsh. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know we’ve just crossed a line we can’t uncross.
He’s still my dad’s best friend. We still have history. And whatever this is… it’s anything but simple.
But right now, all I feel is him. His heartbeat pounding against my chest. His breath washing over my lips. His body still joined with mine in the best possible way.
And for the first time in a very long time, I feel like I belong somewhere.
I feel chosen.
I feel exactly, perfectly, wanted.