“I feel you, baby,” he pants huskily. “You're right there. Come for Daddy.”
My stomach clenches at his words, and then a rush of white-hot release floods my entire body. “Daddy!” I scream out as my entire body spasms.
“Fuck yes! Just like that, sweetheart! You know who your daddy is, don't you, baby?” He tells me as he keeps plugging away at me, riding me through my orgasm.
He makes a choked sound and his thrusts become shorter and jerkier.
“Fuck, Holly!” Rocky throws his head back and roars like a bear as he thrusts inside me one last time. He holds himself deep as he plugs his cum deep inside me. I feel it gushing into me in hot spurts that immediately overflow and begin dripping between us on the bed.
My god, is it normal for a man to come this much? I don't know, but my body loves it. I'm practically purring as Rocky continues to release inside me in hot jets that set off another orgasm in my own body.
“Fuck,” he grunts when he's finally done, but he doesn't pull out of me. Instead, he gathers me in his arms and rolls us so that he's lying on his back with me splayed on top of him. He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses my lips tenderly.
“Mine,” his deep voice rumbles possessively.
With that one word, my heart both soars and cracks because this is everything I know I want and everything I know I can't have.
Six
Rocky
“Idon't know if I can let you go.”
Holly smiles at me indulgently from where she sits in the passenger seat of my Suburban.
I don't think she realizes I'm not joking, though. My stomach gets heavier like someone is dropping a pound of lead in it with each mile.
It goes against everything in me to drop her a couple of blocks down from her house and watch her walk up to her house while I sit here and hide like this. We're both grown adults. She’s twenty-one, and I'm a thirty-one-year-old man—not some fuckboy.
I hate that we’re sneaking around like we’re having an affair when Holly is mine. Heart, body, mind, and soul. We pledged ourselves to one another last night.
She even admitted that, but she refused to let me keep her today.
“You’ve got a match coming up,” she told me. “I promise we'll meet up after then. I just need more time to figure out how I'm going to deal with my father.”
Fuck her father. I refrain from telling her exactly how I’d deal with him, but if the time comes and he gives us trouble, there’ll be no stopping me.
No one is going to keep me from her—not even her dad. Not the president of the fucking United States. No one.
The only reason I agreed to this is because of the pleading look in her eyes. My hands are tied. I don't want to be the bad guy, but fuck, watching her walk away from me is killing me. I'd rather eat nails than go through this again.
I firm my jaw. She's right. I have a match coming up soon, and my trainers would be pissed as hell if they knew I spent all night fucking, but fuck what they say about building up testosterone before a fight. There's no way in hell I can have Holly in my bed and not be deep inside her. I’d challenge any man to not do the same with her sweetness curled around him.
No match is more important than showing my sweetheart just what she means to me. Nothing is better than hearing her sweet moans in my ear or feeling her pussy fluttering around my cock. No amount of prize-winning money can compensate for that.
Once I see that Holly is safely in her father's mansion, I put the car into gear and drive away.
I don't make it three blocks before I turn the car back around and then re-park where I dropped her off.
I realize I'm being an obsessive psycho stalking her like this, but I can't help it. I just can’t bring myself to leave her.
I stare at the property for hours, hoping for another glimpse of her, but she doesn't come out.
I don't know why I can't bring myself to pull away. There are plenty of things I should be doing.
I should be training. I should be getting my head in the game. But fuck I can't. All I can focus on is Holly and how much I want to be with her. My arms literally ache to have her in them again.
I’ve never needed another human being like I need her. It may have been a mistake to claim her before she was ready to buck her dad and go public with us because I physically cannot bring myself to drive away from her.