Page 72 of Naughty November
He’d neverfeltthis way before.
Holden had feelings for me. They were written right across his face.
My heart did a slow roll in my chest.
He wasn’t the only one. I’d never felt this way, either. Sure, I’d told a few past boyfriends that I loved them, and I hadn’t even realized I was lying at the time.
But I did now.
Holden had always mattered to me. I think he’d owned a piece of my heart since the first time my brother had dragged him home and he’d turned those big, honey-colored eyes up at me with a sweet, shy smile that even as a kid, I hadn’t been able to resist.
I just hadn’t realized until this very moment that he didn’t just own a piece. He was the one my heart had been made for.
“You’re a dream come true,” I murmured, pressing the head of my cock against his hole and holding him still as I slowly eased my way in.
He gasped as soon as I breached him, then moaned, his body trembling under me, as my cockhead forced his rim to stretch wider than it had before.
“That’s... That’s bigger,” he whispered, panting as he dropped his head down again, sweet, tight little body trembling.
I laughed. I couldn’t help it.
“Yeah, sweetheart, a little bit,” I teased him, running my hands over his slim, bouncy little ass cheeks and then sliding them up his sides, under the cream satin that looked so fucking hot next to his flushed skin. “Ready for more?”
He nodded, back arching like a dream. “Please. Don’t... Don’t stop.”
I’d never be able to stop.
Not now.
And if I had my way, not ever.
But right now, he needed me to move, and even more than my own desperate need to come—clawing at my control like a wild beast—what I needed was to give him whatheneeded.
I held his waist tightly, guiding him back as I pushed my cockdeeper, inch by inch, in a series of shallow thrusts that just about broke me.
So. Fucking.Good.
But the frantic, needy sounds of desperation coming from him as his ass slowly opened for me were even better.
“Good, baby?” I gritted out, staring down at the intoxicating sight as I slid in and out of that sweet hole.
Holden shuddered, his hips rocking back to meet me. “Yes.”
“Do you like being filled with my fat cock? Do you see why a pretty thing like you doesn’t need your dick for pleasure anymore? Not as long as you’ll trust me to give you this instead?”
“Yes,” he panted, his body moving with a grace and natural rhythm that made me feel like a sex god. Like he was made for me. Like the two of us, joined together like this, made one complete whole that was better together than our pieces ever would be apart. “Fletch, yes. Oh, God.Yes. Just... Please. More. Deeper.Please!”
I loved edging a willing man, drawing out his pleasure and denying it until it broke over him like an avalanche. But Holden wasn’t the only one who’d been edged today, and there was no way in hell I could resist when he begged so sweetly.
I slipped my hand under him to palm the cage and stroke his swollen balls, the proof that his pleasure was totally reliant on me almost enough to bring me right to the edge.
“Baby, I want you to come for me,” I groaned, knowing I wasn’t going to last no matter how good my intentions were. Not this first time. “Let my cock get you there. Let yourself go for me. Trust me, princess. Can you do that? Can you give yourself to me completely?”
“Yes,” he moaned, his hips rocking, his body trembling and his heavenly little hole squeezing my cock in a way that had me gritting my teeth, hanging on by a thread even though we’d barely started. “Yes, I’m yours, Fletch. I... I think I’ve always been yours. I’ll do anything you want me to. I’ll come for you. Please, please make me come.”
Fuck, he really was perfect. Telling me everything I wanted to hear from him. Even things I hadn’t realized I wanted to hear.
And when he whimpered and started grinding himself back on me,his perfect little ass squeezing tight around my cock, I lost my last grip on whatever control I had left and took him at his word, tilting his hips to line my thrust up with his prostate and thenfuckinghim.