Beards and Holly (Magnolia Point)

Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

Jenson

H olly springs onto my lap, her kiss fierce and wanting. Those sexy legs once again wrap around my hips.

I want her so bad my cock’s instantly hard, fueled by two restless nights of fantasies. As she kisses me deeply, my hands wander over her sexy body. Under her shirt, I skim her soft skin until I feel the fabric of her bra and unclip it to cup her heaviness in palm, squeezing until I hear her beautiful moan. Holly grinds against my erection so hard my eyes fly open.

Across from us several mirrors are stacked against a wall. It’s the perfect opportunity to see her from every angle. This time, I won’t be holding back. I’m going to paint my seed across her beautiful skin.

Holly pulls off her shirt and bra. When she stands to remove her pants, I do the same, discarding my clothes but never taking my eyes from her.

Turning her around to sit on the couch, I kneel before her, and without a word, I feast. Her sweet pussy is mine, and I lick my fill, enticing her, and she grinds into my mouth. I paint every feeling I’ve ever had for her against that sensitive bud. Holly grinds harder as her breathing escalates. Her fingers trail into my hair and pull my face closer.

I love the way she takes her pleasure from me. Moaning into her elicits the desired response, and she screams my name. The words an ownership, echo through the walls of the warehouse.

When I glance up at her beautiful face and see her watching us in the mirror. Her legs shake with need, she’s close. There’s nothing more I want than to give her what she needs over and over again. If I have my way, tonight is only the first of many I’ll be showing her how good she can feel if she’s with me. I’ll prove to her I’m better than any man before me, and I will be the one she can trust to fulfill her in every way.

My tongue swipes across her clit quickly with harsh pressure as I insert my fingers, thrusting in and out. She pulls at my hair and thrashes against the couch. All the while, she watches us.

“I’m going to give you something better to watch, baby, but you have to come for me first.”

As soon as my mouth is back sucking on her clit, she explodes, shaking with release. It’s so beautiful to watch. I lick her slower before pulling away to stand.

My little minx catches her breath while I pull off the surrounding couch cushions and position them in a makeshift bed in front of the wall of mirrors. Then I grab my shirt and jeans to make a pillow.

Gently, but with purpose, I tuck my arms under her languid body and bring her to cushions. With soft kisses to her dewdrop skin, I encourage her to roll to her stomach and tuck the ball of my shirt and jeans under her belly.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you come for me. I want you to see it.” I kneel behind her and stroke her spine. I’m so hard I’m dripping from my crown already. “Watch me fuck you, baby,” I whisper in her ear as I take her hair. I pull softly, just to show her I’m in control of her pleasure. She can let go and give me everything and I’ll take such good care of her.

“Are you going to keep your eyes open?”

“Yes.”

“That’s my good girl,” I praise her. My cock is at her soaking wet center, gliding over her slit and sensitive bud, eliciting moan after another. Pleasing this woman is my new favorite pastime.

Pushing into her, it’s me who moans the loudest. My groan ricochets off the metal walls as I freefall to heaven. Her tight walls squeeze around my thrusting cock, and I get lost in the rhythm. The feeling of her so euphoric I lose all sense of myself. I tell her how good she feels, how amazing everything about her is, and I’m not referring to her pussy. My teeth scrape her skin as she screams my name.

Holding her closer as our sweat-slicked bodies collide again and again, I tell her she’s mine. It’s my cock that owns her. Only me who can make her feel this way.

“You’re mine, Holly. This sweet pussy of yours belongs to me. That big heart of yours, mine,” I growl and bit down on her neck. She shudders and shakes with release. Her tight walls clench around me, setting me off. I pour inside her, coming harder than I ever have. The fantasies of having her this way never came close to this earth-shattering orgasm.

Slowly, I come back to myself. Our breathing is labored, and our bodies are weak. I take her in my arms and roll to my back. She twists in my arms to settle on my chest, and we lay in silence while bliss washes over me.

I’ve never had this. In the past, I’ve unloaded and then grabbed my clothes on the way out the door. The thought of doing that now seems infuriating. I would never do that to, Holly. Maybe, that’s why I wouldn’t let myself enjoy her the last time. Now, with her in my arms, I feel more settled and comfortable than I’ve ever felt with a woman.

I love this woman. I know it in my bones. But post-orgasm probably isn’t the right time to declare it.