Falling for the Grinch ✔️

Sixteen | Candy Cane

Rhett

If I could mentally snap a picture and keep it implanted in my brain for the rest of my life it would be right now— as I watch Holly fall onto her back in nothing but red lace. Christ. She's killing me. The sweet, innocent look on her face is probably my favorite.

I sink to my knees, studying the creamy skin before me. My palms run up the side of her smooth legs until I meet both thighs, making a shiver course through her. Seeing her at my mercy is anything short of addicting. I would die a happy man if I could witness this every day for the rest of my life.

What the hell are you saying?

It's too soon to even be thinking of a future with Holly.

Shaking the thoughts away, I stare at the red lacy thong. I'm tempted to rip it apart with my bare teeth. A dark spot is right in the center of it, letting me see her arousal and how wet she is right at this minute. Fuck. I need to pull myself together before I start coming in my pants.

Holly wiggles when my fingers glide against her belly until I reach the fabric covering her tits. Her nipples peak under my touch when I run the pad of my thumbs over them. She's so responsive to me... so willing to let me do as I please.

It's a dangerous challenge, but one I plan to win.

"Rhett," She speaks out softly.

My eyes glance up to find hers staring down at me. "I love when you say my name like that."

"Please," Holly begs.

I lick my lips. "Please, what?"

"Just... keep touching me."

An eager smirk appears just as I move the pad of her bra down, uncovering her perky breasts. Holly sucks in a deep breath once I sink my palm against it, cupping and squeezing before running my thumb over her tight, bare nipple. "God, your tits are perfect. I can't wait to see the rest of you."

"Are you going to taste me?"

Yep, I've officially died.

My cock twitches at her words, making me adjust the bulge with my other hand. I'm so fucking hard that I can't see straight. My sight has gone to shit. I don't remember the last time I wanted to explode in my damn pants. Hell, probably since high school when I jerked off to some crappy porno.

She raises herself on her elbows, frowning at the look on my face. "I know some guys don't like to do it. You don't have to... I was just—

I quickly snap out of it when I hear those insecure words. Some guys don't like to do it. That's their problem... not hers. Leaning my head down slowly, still holding my eyes on those baby blues, I stick out my tongue and steer it along her nipple. Her eyes flutter as I continue to lick that tight bud.

She shifts under me, pressing her pussy against my chest for the friction she wishes for. I'm pulling her breast into my mouth, sucking hard, when she grabs the back of my head. "Shit. It's too sensitive."

I remove my mouth on a pop before moving up her body to catch those swollen lips I so desperately need to feel again. Her mouth opens, letting her tongue tangle with mine as I swallow the moan she gives me once more. The grip on my hair tightens like she can't get enough and it's a feeling I'll share with her forever because I feel the same way.