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“You are unbelievably sexy,” he mumbles against my neck, and then kisses down to my collarbone. Holt is so much taller than me that he has to stoop down. “I wanted you since the second I saw you.”

His words make me tingle. Make me feel wanted. And I’m glad to know it wasn’t just me. Maybe my father is some kind of a genius matchmaker after all and doesn’t even know it.

“Take me, then,” I say with a laugh. He grins and picks me up like I weigh nothing. He carries me up the stairs and kicks open the door to his bedroom. It’s neatly kept and minimalist, with a big bed and a soft-looking bedspread.

When he throws me onto it, I gently bounce, and he climbs on top of me, kissing my cheeks, ears, neck, and yanking on my shirt to kiss any more flesh he can find. My whole body is buzzing, alive, and all I can think about is when he’ll rip my clothes off and finish what we’ve started already. Claim me as his.

Holt lets out a growl from deep in his throat as he unbuttons my jeans, tugs them off, leaving me exposed in just a pair of panties. In just a couple of seconds, I experience a range of emotions — regret that I didn’t wear something more expensive, and then relief that I didn’t wear anything more expensive as he tears my panties away.

Now he’s taking me in, an expression on his face like he’s looking at the most amazing thing he’s ever seen. I squirm, wondering if I should feel vulnerable, but secretly I just feel exhilarated. Thrilled. Something is finally going my way, on my terms, and it feels even more incredible than I dreamed.

I feel his hot breath on my slit before I notice him leaning in. It’s like he can’t help himself for another second. His tongue lightly drags up my lips and circles my clit, and I feel heat and tingling excitement pulse through my entire body. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, even with my own hands. Or the showerhead back in my old bathroom.

I let out a whimpering cry, pressing my hand to my mouth as his licks get bolder, deeper, more impatient and more intense. Holt reaches up and takes my elbow, moving my hand away from my mouth. My cries get louder and he responds by intensifying what he’s doing. It’s like he’s reading my body. He knows exactly what I want, when I want it. How I want it.

The quickening circles and up and down laps are starting to make my legs shake, and Holt responds by continuing exactly as he was. He is perfection, bringing me to the crest of the most intense orgasm of my life just with the tip of his tongue, his soft lips, his warm breath.

Soon I’m screaming, and he won’t let me cover my mouth, cover my face, do anything to dampen the noises I’m making. He wants to hear my pleasure.

I bite my lip hard as the last shakes rattle through me and I lie still, wetter than Niagara Falls, as Holt climbs up my body and whispers in my ear how incredible I am.

My ears are ringing. I can barely hear him, but I manage to get myself together enough to scramble for his belt buckle. All that did was make me ready for more.

I’m not finished — not even close.

Finally, his belt is undone and his pants are off, leaving only boxer briefs tented at the front with a huge, steel-hard cock I am aching to touch and taste. I free him, watching his member bob, and I lean in close and lick around the head. Holt groans, and the sound of him enjoying my mouth resets me. I’m so ready to come again, my whole body is screaming for his cock. For his hands. For his mouth. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone like this.

I know I’ve made the right choice.

His cock is salty and warm in all the right ways. It’s sexy and hot and intimate in a way I’ve never known, and never really imagined. Having this man in my mouth is like having all the control. When I slide my lips up and down his thick, hard shaft, I can control his grunts and groans and make him breathe faster and faster just the way I want to.

“You’re amazing,” he says, running his fingers through my hair. I take him as far as I possibly can, and then slide my lips all the way to the tip again, swirling my tongue in circles. “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

It’s fun to alternate between taking as much of him in my mouth as I can, feeling him hit the back of my throat, and playing my tongue over the head of his cock. I can taste his arousal, feel the tightening of his balls in my hand as I lick him.


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