Twenty Six | Present

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Rhett

The second we stepped inside my house, I pushed Holly into the wall, pressing myself into her so she could feel how hard I already was for her. Grinding myself against her stomach, I lift her so she can wrap those sexy legs around my waist. She lets out a soft whimper and my cock jerks at the sound. God, this woman. She kills me. More and more every day. Of course, I could have died tonight, technically last night as it's already after midnight.

"Please," she lets out in between our kisses.

"I love it when you beg baby," I unlock our lips before laying my tongue against the slope of her neck, dragging up until I meet her left ear. "What do you need?"

"You."

I smile like a man who loves being needed.

I'll give her anything she needs.

Releasing my grip around her waist, her legs unwrap from me, slowly sliding down as her feet find the hardwood floors and her back is still pressed into the wall. I keep my eyes on her once I'm sliding down as well and kneeling before her.

My favorite place to be.

She's still wearing that damn mini-skirt.

"Lift this up." I run my finger along the leather fabric. Holly listens, grabbing the hem and bringing it up toward her chest. The sight before has me urgently grabbing her hot pink panties that show a tiny present in the middle and ripping them from her body. Holly gasps at the urgent pull and the sound of flimsy material snapping. I don't give her a chance to speak once I dive in.

Her right leg falls on top of my shoulder at the first swipe of my tongue, opening up more for me to taste. She's incredible and my favorite addiction. I'd never get tired of this. "Oh, God," Holly says breathlessly. "Please don't stop. Don't ever stop."

I love how verbal she is and so damn responsive.

Looking up, her head is thrown back against the wall with her mouth parted just an inch. Holly's eyes remain shut. "Open up for me, baby."

"I am open."

I chuckle against her, slowly running the tip of my tongue on her pretty clit. "Not your legs. Your eyes. Watch me as I make you come."

And she does. Her eyes snap open and her head tilts down to look at me.

"There you are." I slam a finger inside. "How does this feel?"

"Mmm," she moans. "So good."

"Yeah?" I question as my finger picks up the pace, slamming into her wet pussy as her wetness runs down my palm. "Shit. You look so hot when you're about to come. I can feel your pussy gripping me. I can't wait to fuck you with my cock instead of my finger."

"Fuck me now," she says. "Please."

"As tempting as that is, I need you to come first. Then I'm all yours. I am all yours, right?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"You're mine."

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