“I do.”
I kick off my boots, and then I’m shutting her up with another kiss. I carry her to my bedroom and let her stand on the floor next to the bed. She watches me as I unbutton my shirt and let it fall to the floor.
“Take off my jeans,” I tell her.
Her cheeks redden, but she takes a step forward and places a hand on my chest, running her fingers through the grey hair there.
“I like your tattoos,” she says as she traces over the now faded lines and colors of all the ink I got while on tour.
She takes her lip between her teeth again as her hand dips lower, making my abs jump at the light touch. She breathes a soft laugh before unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them off my hips. My boxers are tight and do nothing to hide just how excited I am to have her here with me.
Getting to her knees, she hooks her fingers under the band of my boxers and slowly pulls them off. Her eyes go wide as my erection springs free, hitting the tip of her nose. I step out of everything and kick my clothes to the side as I grab the base of my cock.
Holly looks up at me with those big grey eyes, and I run the tip of my dick across her open mouth, smearing my precum on her lips. She maintains eye contact, waiting for me to tell her what to do next.
“Taste me.”
Her hand comes up to replace my own, and I thread my fingers through the soft strands of her hair, silently guiding her where I want her. The tip of her tongue runs up my slit, collecting what has leaked there into her mouth. She moans as she swallows it down before wrapping those soft lips around my head and sucking me to the back of her throat. She gags a little but continues on, humming and moaning around my cock, the vibrations going straight to my spine.
Her mouth feels like heaven as she takes me in and out, swirling the flat of her tongue around the sensitive underside of my tip before sucking me back in. I put one foot on the bed behind her, giving myself better leverage to move in and out of her throat. Her free hand is planted on my hip, and I guide it between my thighs, showing her how I want her to play with my balls.
“Fuck, baby girl,” I moan the second she catches on and takes over.
She licks me from base to tip, my cock wet from her spit, and then strokes me as she adjusts and begins to lick and suck on my balls. The leg holding me up nearly buckles at the sensation.
“Okay, you need to stop,” I tell her, knowing I’m going to come if she keeps it up. But she doesn’t stop—she doubles her efforts, speeding up her hand and sucking harder with her mouth. “Holly,” I growl, pulling tightly on her hair.
I’m too weak to stop her as I feel the beginning of my orgasm wash through me. Feeling my balls tighten in her mouth, she lets go and swallows my dick into the back of her throat. She gags and coughs, spit drooling out of the corners of her mouth. The tightening of her throat is my downfall; it pushes me over the edge, and I spill into her.
I push forward, fucking into her as deep as I can as she swallows everything I give her. When I pull free of her, cum and drool strings from her lips to my dick, and the sight makes my cock twitch. She eagerly leans forward and cleans me up.
“Was that good for you, Daddy?” she asks me, her face a perfect mask of innocence. She knows what she did, and her teasing makes my dick want to go for round two. I always did have a thing for taming brats.
“It was, baby girl,” I tell her as I wrap my hand around her jaw, pulling her up off the floor. She leans into me and licks her lips. “But you didn’t listen when I told you to stop.”
“You didn’t actually want me to stop,” she says, a smirk playing on her mouth.
Brat.
I lean down and kiss that smirk off her lips, tasting the saltiness of myself on her tongue. Her hands go to my waist, her fingertips digging into my skin as she begs me to come closer.
“Doesn’t matter,” I tell her, pulling away and looking into her confused gaze. “When I tell you to do something, I expect you to listen.” She swallows. “Now I have to punish you.”
My breath picks up at the promise behind his words. I’ve never been with anyone like this before—dominant and confident—and it’s something I’ve always been curious about. Even though I’m nervous about what type of punishment he’s talking about, I can’t help but be extremely curious.
He kisses me again while his hands explore my body, running down my back and squeezing my ass. He is so solid and warm against me, I feel far safer than I have with anyone in my past. Which I do realize is slightly crazy seeing as he’s a complete stranger, but there’s something in the way he carries himself, and the way he treats me, that makes me feel like I can be myself with him.