Sierra Lancaster has had an agonizingly mediocre life. She grew up in a happy home, made loyal friends, graduated college, and is now pursuing her dream of running her own bakery. Boring, right? A story like this wouldn't be one for the books. At le...
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2 years later...
Holden's POV
"Sierra." I grunt, hand flying to fist in her hair. I can't help being rough but I don't think she minds.
She grins and her dimples immediately poke through. They're the cutest fucking dimples but there's nothing cute about my wife right now—not when she takes my cock into her pretty little mouth and moans in the back of her throat. That's fuck hot.
Her dainty hand wraps around the base of me and my cock pulses, grows stiffer when her fingers tighten and squeeze. I grab the bedsheets when she takes me in deeper and I feel the head of me hitting her throat. She sucks hard and it's so fucking good that I can't keep my eyes open. They pinch shut at the sensation of her tongue running under the head of my dick, right before her lips pepper daunting kisses on the tip. Such a goddamn tease.
"No more," I tell her with a rasp. "Or this'll be over before it starts."
"Already?" She pops up excitedly when she gets to her feet. "I think that's my fastest time yet. Man, I'm good."
I can't help but shake my head at her. One second she's blowing me and making me lose my mind and the next I'm trying my best not to laugh. I'm an uptight motherfucker and I need Sierra's easy-going nature to stay sane. I need her, all the fucking time. Including now.
"Strip down," I order. "Then come put your pussy on my face."
A flush starts spreading across her cheeks and she nibbles her lips. Her eyes stay locked onto mine while she gets rid of her clothes. I'm completely hypnotized by the time she discards her panties and stands naked in front of me. Fucking hell, she's perfect. Outrageous tits, round hips, and thighs that are so goddamn soft they're practically begging for my mouth. She still struggles with her body image and I know it'll always be a part of her but I don't care. I'll remind her a thousand fucking times that she's everything in my eyes. I wouldn't change one goddamn inch of her.
I lean back on my elbows and lick my lips slowly, drawing her attention to them. "Right here, baby. Let me taste you."
Her nipples visibly grow harder at my words. Fuck, I need to taste them too. She sets her knees on the mattress and crawls on them to me until her pussy is an inch from my mouth. I look up at her through hooded eyes, a lazy grin spreading across my face at how red she is. I love that she always feels just a little bit shy every time we do this. I love how I know that in a moment, she won't feel shy at all.
"Spread yourself for me," I murmur.
"Bossy," She whispers, blushing harder but doing as I say.
