Dipped In Holly

HOLLY

That's all the warning he gives me before he pulls almost completely out and slams back in.

From this angle, it makes me see stars. Between that and the full sensation he's giving me with his thumb, I'm already close to coming again.

He fucking me so hard and so fast, I can barely keep up to meet his thrusts.

My face is pushed into the pillow, and I grip onto the sheets with my hands to make sure I don't go through the headboard.

I'm so wet that he slips in and out of me with ease, stretching me and filling me like no one else ever has.

I turn my head and watch him as he thrusts in and out of me.

His eyes are focused on where we're joined as he licks his lips.

There's a soft sheen of sweat on his torso, and I can feel a heat spread through my body as I watch his muscles move and flex.

Those faded tattoos and his greying chest hair do something for me.

When he sees me watching, he moves his thumb inside of me and smirks as my breath catches.

I feel myself blush as he continues to fuck me in both of my holes.

He reaches forward with his free hand and gathers my hair, pulling it back so that my back arches even harder for him.

"I wish you could see how perfectly we fit together."

His praise floods my veins with pleasure, and I know I'm close to coming again.

"Nick," I breathe as I snake a hand back to my clit and begin to play with myself.

He slows his punishing momentum as I chase my release.

It builds and builds and builds as he continues to stroke every nerve inside of me, hitting the exact spot I need him to over and over again.

I'm mindless with it.

I'm absolutely brainless with the need to come.

As it racks through my body, he holds his dick steady inside of me.

I feel myself break into a sweat as it pours through me, making me squeeze and flutter around him.

"Good girl. What a beautiful little thing you are, Holly. Your pussy is so perfect when it's gripping me, trying to milk me for all I'm worth."

He continues to murmur praises as it finally subsides and I can breathe normally again.

I blink away the stars from my vision, and my body goes lax as he lets go of my hair.

I fall against the pillow and take deep, steadying breaths.

He lets me rest just a moment before I feel him slowly pull himself free of me.

His arms wrap around me and flip me over onto my back.

Situating himself between my thighs, he runs a hand down my side and then lifts one leg around his waist as he pushes back inside of me.

We watch each other as we both gasp before he kisses me.

My hands run up his chest and then into his hair. God, I love his hair.

It's cropped shorter on the sides but on top there's enough to grab and pull my fingers through.

And the way he moans when I do that sends shock waves through my body.

He breaks the kiss to look at me as he continues his slow torturous thrusts.

His hazel eyes look more green in the warm light of the morning, and they hold me captive.