Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Always so needy.”
“Do you blame me?”
“Not at all. But I do love it.”
With that, I slide two fingers inside her until they’re buried deep within her heat. From this angle, I’m able to rub soft circles against her clit with my thumb as I tweak her nipple with the other hand. It’s only when she shifts that I pump my fingers in and out of her body.
“Looks like the tables have turned. If you’re not careful, you’ll make me come.”
“No way,” I whisper against her ear. “I’m just getting you ready for me.”
“Mission accomplished. I’m ready.”
I withdraw from her pussy and tap her clit with my fingertips. “I’ll tell you when you’re ready to be fucked. Not the other way around.”
When she squirms, I tweak her nipple before one hand settles on the area between her shoulder blades. “Now, bend over, baby. Show me that pretty little ass.”
With a groan, she drapes herself across the desk. Her arms stretch above her head as her palms flatten against the hard surface.
My hungry gaze roves over her as another wave of need crashes over me.
A tiny scrap of thin material is the only thing that bars her naked body from me. The bottom piece of her costume is more of a glorified thong. The ribbon sits prettily in the cleft between her rounded cheeks. All I have to do is rip it away and I’d get an eyeful.
As desperate as I am to fuck her, I want to draw out this moment until we’re both tap dancing on the edge. I reach out and trail my finger along the silky fabric from the top where it meets the elastic band that encircles her waist before grazing her rosebud until finally making my way to her soaked pussy. The place where the ribbon meets the cloth is nestled between her plump lips.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen a sight as stunning as Holland bent over.
I drop down until I’m eye level with her backside.
My hands settle on her ass cheeks before gently spreading them.
She’s so fucking drenched.
Is this what I do to her?
As tempted as I am to yank the thong to the side and fuck her with it on, I want her totally bare.
I want Holland Tate at her most vulnerable.
For me.
And only me.
My fingers slip beneath the band at her waist before sliding it over the generous curve of her hips and thighs before it puddles on the floor at her feet. I lift one foot and then the other before picking up the thong and straightening. Her palms are still flattened against the desk. As much as I like them there, I want her completely at my mercy.
I shackle one wrist with my fingers, careful to bend her arm in a sweeping motion until I can fold it against the small of her back. It’s a surprise when she remains silent, not questioning what I’m doing. That little bit of trust she’s handing over means everything, and it makes me want to be even more gentle with her.
It’s the balm I didn’t realize I needed, and manages to soothe everything that had been raging inside me.
I repeat the process with her other arm, until one wrist is crossed over the other, before using the thong to bind them together. Her breathing hitches as she stares at the far wall in silence.
I take a step back and admire the way she looks draped across the desk, her gorgeous ass on display. In the stilettos that lengthen her legs even more, she’s a fucking sight to behold.
I don’t even want to fuck her.
I just want to stand here and eat her up with my eyes.
All right, that’s a lie.
I want to fuck this girl hard.
I want to fuck all the doubts I have regarding Holland Tate out of my head until we’re both satisfied.
When a punch of arousal hits me, I blink out of those thoughts and step closer. I press her thighs farther apart before laying my hands on her smooth flesh, squeezing the taut muscles of her ass. She makes a humming noise deep in her throat, and I take that as the green light to proceed before dropping down for a second time, needing her sweet honey on my tongue. The taste I had the other night wasn’t nearly enough and has only whet my appetite for more. I nibble at her, making sure to lap up all her cream.
“Bridger, please.”
I press my lips against the rounded curve of her ass. “Please what?”
“I need you.”
“How much, baby?”
“I want you to fuck me. Now.”
The sound that rips from my throat is low and raw.
I slowly slide one finger deep inside her body. “Is that what you needed?”
With a whimper, she shifts, attempting to wiggle closer. “No.”
I pump it a few times. “How about that? Is that better?”