Beards and Holly (Magnolia Point)

Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jenson

D amn, if this woman doesn’t keep surprising me. It’s as if God made the most perfect woman for me. Holly had soft curves that fit perfect in my hands. Soft and thick enough to squeeze. And the cherry on top—or should I say, the star on top of the damn Christmas tree—is she fucking smells like cookies. I want to devour her.

Like a man on a mission, I taste and lick every inch of her skin as she lies spread beneath me like an angel. Her dark hair fans out around her and her sweet cheeks are lit up red, flushed from my touch. Her breathing is as labored as my own.

I kiss down her neck then farther across her collarbone. My nose trails along, inhaling her delicious scent. I want to drown in it. I lick and nibble at her breasts and down to her soft stomach. Her sounds invade my mind, making me delirious.

My cock screams at me to go faster, to get inside her before I fucking die, but I know better. I’ll come in seconds. If tonight is my only night with her, I’m taking the full fucking night. In no rush, I move down her body, pushing down her thin pants. Her curvy hips buck with need, but I tease her, sliding my tongue across her lower abdomen. Biting at her hip.

“Please. You’re torturing me.”

“Good. Consider it payback for that striptease,” I mutter before tasting her thighs.

“You teased me first,” she breaths, griping the side of the couch cushion.

I slide my tongue across her inner thigh then the next.

“If you’re referring to when you caught me coming out of the shower, that’s your own fault for not coming over,” I tell her then finally lick up her sweet slit.

Her scream echoes through the room, and it’s the greatest song I’ve ever heard. Fuck, making this woman come will be my favorite Christmas present. I suspect it’ll be worth remembering for the rest of my life.

I push my tongue inside her and hold her hips down as she feels me. Instead, of wiggling, though, she widens her legs for me.

“Such a fucking good girl,” I praise her, breaking from licking her pussy.

Her moan is exactly what I’m looking for. She wants and deserves my praise. Watching her today gave me a new perspective of her. She works so hard, and no one appreciates her. I thought my part to play was rough but she was there for me. Made sure I got bathroom breaks and a fifteen to eat all while she covered for everyone not taking a single second to herself. I should have done something about it then, but since I didn’t, I’ll show my appreciation.

I write my apology across her clit, making her buck wild for me. My tongue sliding deep inside her every so often.

Holly pulls on my hair screaming my name. The sound so sweet from her lips. This woman’s taste is almost magical enough to make me believe in this damn holiday again. I know if I could, I would be asking Santa for another night with her.

“Please!” she screams, begging for more. I push my finger inside her. She gasps and starts fucking it, so I add another. My hand works in and out of her while my mouth writes a sonnet on her bud.

My cock is fucking steel, and I’m dripping with need. We’re going to make a damn mess all over this couch, and I’m not one bit sorry.

I feel her getting closer, so I work her faster, plunging inside her. Suddenly, she erupts, coming on my fingers, and I lick her up. Her sweetness coats my tongue and makes me feel ten feet tall. Merry fucking Christmas.

I let her catch her breath, watching her chest move up and down. A light layer of sweat glistens across her skin. Her chest heaves, and her eyes slowly come back into focus.

When she looks at me, I expect her to ask me to leave. I wouldn’t even mind, but she doesn’t.

“Come here,” she tells me, tapping her lips, and I obey. With fucking pleasure, I kiss her lips with her taste still on me. She fucking knows it, too, and she moans. My fake girlfriend might be a good girl, but she’s fucking filthy in the best possible way.

Our kiss deepens, and I feel her hands snake between us and into my pants to grip my aching cock. The sound that comes from my mouth belongs to a deranged man. Obsessed. Relieved. Holly pushes my jeans down and I kick them and my shoes off in a tangled rush for our bodies to connect. As she lines me up to her center, our kiss breaks. My eyes open, and I instantly regret it.

She gazes up at me with so much openness and pleasure. She trusts me, and I don’t deserve it.

“Fuck,” I mutter, closing my eyes.

She moves her hips, and I sink inside her. Overwhelmed by her tight pussy, I lose myself. The world falls away, and all I can do is feel her. Holly’s nails sink into my ass and she gyrates her hips, fucking my cock slowly.

I know I need to move, but I want to savor this. Holly is too much. Too good. Who am I kidding? She’s fucking perfect, and this can’t go further than tonight. So I fuck her. I turn off my brain and pinch my eyes closed and fuck her hard and fast. She screams my name, but I try to block it out. It shouldn’t feel this good.

Thrusting in hard, I quickly rush back inside her. Her breathing tells me she’s getting close again, so I keep to the rhythm she likes.

Her scent threatens to make me spill inside her, but I hold back. I can’t. I shouldn’t even be here. I’m such a selfish asshole.

“Oh, yes! There! I’m there!” she screams then quakes with her second orgasm. The tight squeeze around my cock sends me to the edge, so I quickly pull out and away from her.

Jumping off the couch, I grab my clothes and put them back on while I try to catch my breath. I want to see her. Is she glowing? Flushed red from me? How far down does the blush go? I want to watch her chest heave with breath, knowing I exerted her. Is she satisfied or does she need more?

I don’t let myself have the answers as I rush for the door. I’ve never felt so much for a woman, and if I’d known I would for Holly, I never would have come over here. Lucky for me, Gizmo follows me out, and I close her front door behind us.

As I reach my house, shame and regret wash over me. I’m such a fucking asshole. She’ll never forgive me for literally running from her. And I’ll never forgive myself for indulging in someone so pure. I knew I should stay away. Now, I’ll be haunted by her and this almost perfect night for the rest of my life.