“Fuck, that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.”
He moves down my body and I spread my legs, he settles between them and hooks his arms around my legs, lifting them up.
I gasp as he plunges into me. He doesn’t even give me a chance to brace myself before pulling back out and seating himself firmly inside me once more.
“Holy shit, being inside your bare pussy feels so good.”
His thumb finds my clit and he begins to rub it in slow deliberate circles, so at odds with his fast and relentless pace, but I soon find myself facing an impending orgasm and I’m afraid it might be as earth-shattering as the one he gave me earlier, and if it is I might not survive this night.
My legs begin to shake and he holds on tighter.
“Not yet,” he tells me. “Hold on a little longer.”
I whimper.
Does he want me to murder him?
“Almost,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Hollis, I need—”
“Now,” he declares.
He pulls out just as my orgasm shatters around me. He grips his cock, groaning as his cum spills over my pussy and thighs.
This is hands down the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. His eyes are closed, he’s completely lost in bliss, as his pleasure spills over my body. My orgasm continues to tingle through me as the last of his cum falls in little drops onto my stomach.
“Fuck,” he curses, lying down on the bed beside me.
I stare up at the ceiling at a loss for words.
I was content with my boring, monotonous life, and then Hollis Wilder showed up rattling the very foundation I’d built my life upon. He changed the landscape, molding it how he saw fit. There is no going back now.
I don’t want to.
22
Hollis
Waking up with a curvy redhead curled into my body is something I could get used to.
Scratch that—not a curvy redhead, but this one.
Her head rests on my bare chest, one pale arm thrown over my torso. She sleeps soundly; like I’m the most comfortable thing she’s ever laid her head on.
I can’t help but stroke my fingers through her soft hair. She makes a little sound in her sleep causing a smile to slip across my face.
I never thought I’d find anything to make me feel content, definitely not someone.
But laying here with Mia is the only place I want to be. I feel whole, like all the scattered pieces of myself have finally been assembled.
She gives me hope I could be something more, something better.
Eventually I manage to extract myself out from under her without stirring her.
I find my jeans and tug them on before padding into her tiny kitchen. The place might be small, but in only one day she’s already managed to make it homey and leave a trace of her personality in every room.
I open the refrigerator and pull out the carton of eggs.