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His hand rises and falls along his cock, occasionally tightening around the head. I watch, fascinated, committing each sound, each movement to memory so if I ever get a chance, I will work him the way he’s working himself.
Yes, I want a chance. I want that night of unadulterated, filthy, hot sex with this man.
As he continues to pump, his abs flexing, his forearms straining, I think, there is no way I can move on with my life without connecting with him, without having that one time with him. Not after the way he made me come just from touching my nipples. No freaking way.
With his other hand, he reaches down and grabs his balls, rolling them between his fingers as he grips tighter on his cock. And then he looks at me. No, he’s not looking. He’sdevouringme with a passion-filled gaze I’ve never seen on a man before. It’s like he’s on fire . . . for me. Slowly, his eyes roam every part of my barely covered body.And that is enough.A loud moan pops out of his throat and his fist pumps faster as his orgasm rocks through his body.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
When Hollis Knightly comes, you want to come right along with him.
If only he was pumping inside me rather than using his hand.
Chapter Thirteen
HOLLIS
I’m going to be bold and say best fucking night of my life so far. I’ve never jacked off in front of a woman before, but shit, that was hot. So fucking hot that I felt my orgasm rip through me with more force than I’ve ever experienced. My dick was twitching for at least an hour afterward.
And after I cleaned up, what did I get to do? Climb back into bed with Melony and snuggle her into my body. She attempted to make more of the night with the way she was wiggling in front of me. She never vocalized her wants and needs, but her body language was obvious. She wanted more to happen, but I’m not that kind of man.
I can’t even believe I went as far as I did last night. But the minute my fingers hit her breast, I was fucking gone.The noises she made.I needed to feel more. I needed to commit to memory how soft she was, the way her little nipple felt between my fingers. Fuck, just thinking about it now is getting me hard. She’s not large up top at all, but the perfect size for my palm with hard-as-fuck nipples.
Shit.
And when she asked to watch me to yank it, fuck, I thought I was going to come right there on the spot. It didn’t take me long to spurt everywhere, like a fucking teenage boy for the first time. I hope she doesn’t hold that against me, because shit, how could I not come that fast with her nipple still imprinted on my fingers, her greedy and hungry eyes eating me up with each stroke. Yeah, I was a total goner.
Like I said, best night of my life.
And now, I’m feeling the morning sun hit my back while Melony is cradled into my chest. She didn’t move once last night, didn’t even flinch, as if my body wrapped around her is the most comfortable way she’s ever slept.
Fuck if that doesn’t make me pop my dick up with pride.
This is everything I’ve ever wanted with this woman—her giving herself over, trusting me to hold her, to protect.
I’m not saying she’s really done that, but given she let me into her place last night and allowed me to sleep in her bed, seems like she trusts me . . . at least a little.
My peaceful moment with Melony in my arms starts to unfold as she begins to stretch. To hell if I’m going to let go, though. I’ll hold on tight and wait for her to scream murder before I let my arms unravel from the beautiful, sassy, and confused woman next to me.
“Hollis,” she says in a scratchy morning voice. Fuck, my dick just grew thanks to her sexy-as-fuck sleepy tone. There is no doubt she can feel it, as I’m plastered to her back. Good thing for me, I’m very secure when it comes to my sexual appetite, I don’t mind showing her how much she turns me on. Personally, I believe it’s flattering to a woman.
“Mmm, yeah, baby?” I nuzzle her hair with my nose, loving the way it smells. Hell, I washed myself with the same soap last night. I smell like a dickhead in lavender soap but shit that stuff smells good. I might have memorized the label so I could possibly buy myself some and use it for special occasions. You know, keeping things silky. Not because I want to smell like Melony or jack off in the shower to the scent. Not at all.
“I have to get ready for work,” she mumbles, still sleepy.
“Quit, I’ll hire you.”
She sarcastically laughs. “To do what? Trim your nipple hair?”
Reaching up, I pinch the underside of her boob, making her squeal and rub against my cock. Bad move. “You know I don’t have nipple hair.” The words are a strain coming out as she continues to rub against my erection.”
“You don’t, but what was it you wanted to hire me for?”
I still her hips, because the friction is almost too much, and I’m not about to jack off in front of her again. Next time I come with her in the room, my cock is going to be buried deep inside her. “My cowlick. I need help making it go the right way.”
“That’s right.” Before I can stop her, she pounces out of bed, her sexy little ass looking perfect in her lacy underwear. I take a moment to truly soak her in. That crop top she’s wearing will be the death of me since it shows off almost everything. Her nipples are hard, poking through her shirt, her skin is tanned and toned, and her hair is messed up just enough to make it seem like I spent the night running my fingers through it. If only that was the case.
Reaching up, she plays with her hair, giving me a mouthwatering view of the bottom of her breasts. Is she trying to give me a goddamn heart attack? Because with the way she’s prancing around in barely anything has me panting, wanting more than anything to fuck her against the wall right about now.
