That drew a rewarding growl from him and he demanded, “On your hands and knees. Now.”
The urgency in his voice did terrible things to her and she could feel her tiny clit throb hotly. She was tempted to rock against her folded legs for just a little relief, but she unwound at his order and then turned around on her hands and knees, her bottom on full display for him. She heard him rustle out of his jeans and then felt his large fingers part her pussy lips. She was slick, so wet, and she gasped, pressing back into his touch as his fingers rubbed against her.
“Don’t move,” he said and she locked her legs instantly with a whimper. It was almost impossible not to press back into his touch, however, especially when he found her sensitive little nub, and her thighs trembled with strain.
“You’re soaking wet,” he told her, as though she didn’t already know. Holly bowed her head and buttoned her lips to keep herself from crying out as he drew slow circles around her clit. “Did you like your spanking?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. Even as ashamed as she was to admit it, she was more afraid his touch would stop if she didn’t tell the truth. His hand did pull back suddenly, and a small noise escaped her throat—she was so desperate for him, she felt like she might cry if she didn’t get his hands back on her soon.
Instead, she felt him press against her pussy. She felt him slicken the swollen head of his cock with her wetness before he eased it inside her. She gasped and her forehead fell to the rug, which she tightened her fingers on. He was so big and moving so slowly—she could feel every inch of him as he eased inside of her, stretching her, filling her. She needed him so badly, it took everything inside of her not to push her hips back and feel the full length of him inside of her immediately. Her thighs quaked now and she was reduced to a whimpering, quivering mess.
“Oh, God, Jacob, oh please…” she whined into the carpet.
“Good girl,” he purred and thrust fully inside of her. She gasped; she felt so deliciously filled. He rocked against her slowly, forcing her to feel every push and pull of his hips. She felt herself fall into his rhythm and her hips moved back to meet his thrusts.
His palm came against her ass suddenly, hard, and the jolt tore her out of her lust-induced haze. Holly jerked and he said, “Don’t move.”
She felt Jacob’s large hand take control of her wrists then, pinning them to the ground. His free hand reached underneath her hips and almost immediately found her rock-hard clit, which he began to flick relentlessly.
Oh God. She was completely at his mercy now, utterly under his control, trapped underneath him and assaulted with wave after wave of pleasure. She thought she would cum right then and there, her pussy clamping around his cock, but she struggled to hold out because it felt so damn unbearably good that she wanted this to last.
“Oh my God,” she gasped. “Oh my God, that feels so good.”
“You feel so good,” he growled over her and she felt his pace pick up. He was pounding against her suddenly, nice, hard fucks that made her sore and aching for more at the same time. His hips slapped against her ass and made it sting, but the mix of pleasure and pain threw her into a tailspin.
Holly felt her breath get shorter and shorter and shorter as her core muscles tightened and her whole body trembled with anticipation. She heard him pant over her, heard him grunt and growl as he thrust against her, and finally Holly couldn’t take it anymore.
As though he could sense her right on the cusp, Jacob growled suddenly, “Lose control for me, Holly.”
And that was all it took—at his demand, she cried out and felt her pussy clench around him, throbbing. The intensity of her orgasm made her whimper his name over and over again, pleasure ricocheting through her body, and in the midst of it all she felt him tense over her as he gave his own final, shuddering thrusts before he spilled over inside of her. Holly’s rocked her body back against his then, fucking him as he came, wanting everything he had to give her, every drop of him inside of her. He kissed her throat, her back, and they moved as one until they were both fully spent. Even then, he didn’t leave her, not yet, and she relished the feeling of him inside of her and hooked her arm behind to grab a handful of his hair. Jacob panted against her, his body warm and damp over hers.
“I love you,” he said into the crook of her neck.
“I love you too,” she whispered into the carpet. Finally, he unwound himself from her, pulling out of her, and rolled her onto her back so they were facing one another. They lingered there and she slipped her hand to his face, her eyes taking him in. He looked satisfied, drained, but warm and open. Holly felt as though she was seeing him—really seeing him—for the first time.