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It was several dates later and Tristan had been the perfect gentleman.  Not once had he followed Holly up to her apartment.  He knew she wanted the full treatment.  Hearts and roses and chivalrous maneuvers like opening doors and pulling out chairs.  This was the hardest that he’d ever had to work at getting into a girl’s pants—or, in their case, back into a girl’s pants.  It was his cupcake though.  He realized he would do almost anything she asked.  This little revelation scared the shit out of him.

They were pulling into the parking lot of her apartment.  The second he shut off the engine, he took her hand.  She unbuckled her seatbelt and he pulled her towards him.  This bullshit game was over.  He slammed his mouth to hers, cupped the back of her head, and consumed her mouth.

Tristan sifted his fingers into her soft hair, lightly tugging her head back, releasing her mouth.  Her lips were swollen, her face was flushed, and the look of fiery desire flashed in her eyes. 

Oh yeah.  He was fucking his girl tonight.  

“I’m coming upstairs with you.  You got me?  I’m done waiting.  You don’t want this, tell me now.  You do, then let’s go.  But I have to warn you, cupcake.  It’s going to be rough.  You ready for that?” he asked, waiting not so patiently for her answer.

 Her breathing was arduous.  She wasn’t getting worked up—she was already there.  Her silence was killing him. 

Why was he getting nervous?  Women never made him nervous, yet this woman had made him feel things that no other ever had.  Hell, he’d already had this woman in his bed, in her bed, on the floor, in the shower—yet he needed her more. 

Fuck.

When her eyes disconnected from his, he cocked his head to the side and lightly pulled her hair to regain control of her attention.  She was breathing deeply, and he knew through all of the signs her body was emitting that he was going upstairs tonight.  When she looked back to him and gave her answer, it almost went unnoticed.

“Okay,” Holly exhaled. 

Tristan stilled his hand on the back of her head and brought his mouth to hers, barely touching her as he asked, “Okay what, cupcake?  You’re going to let me give it to you rough or you trust me to take care of your every dirty little desire?”

Her eyes went wide with surprise at his words.  “Both,” she said.

“No.  I want the words to come out of your sweet little mouth,” he demanded.  “Say it.”

“I trust you to take care of me tonight.  I want it hard.  I want every punishing second of it.”

He kept his eyes locked with hers for a beat before he nodded, released her, and commanded, “When we get inside, I want you naked and ready.” 

Holly shook her head in agreement. 

Tristan pulled the keys from the ignition before he hopped out of the car and rounded the hood to open her door.  He helped her out, slammed the door, and pulled her close.  “I’ve been waiting a long time to be buried inside you again.”  Tonight, he intended on keeping his promise and making her scream his name.

“Give me your house key,” Tristan ordered as he extended his hand. 

Holly retrieved them from her purse and handed them over. 

He tugged on her hand and led her to the door.  “Once we get inside, there’s no going back.  Do you understand?”

Holly nodded.  That’s all he needed. 

Once he unlocked the door, he placed a hand on her lower back and guided her in.  They made it two steps before the door was pushed shut and he had Holly pinned to the wall.  “Are you wet?”

She nodded again.  She hadn’t said a word since leaving the car. 

“Tell me you’re wet,” Tristan demanded through gritted teeth.

“I’m soaked,” she responded.

With a growl, he lifted her into his arms, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist while they made their way to the bedroom.  Holding her ass with one hand, he moved his other down beneath and slipped his finger into her wet panties. 
Damn.
  This woman’s body had been made just for him.  He had never experienced anything like it.  He’d never had trouble with getting a woman off, but never had he established a connection like this.  Where everything he did affected her.

Holly’s head dropped back, her eyes closed, and she let out a long moan that was so fucking hot he almost came right then. 

“Do you like when I touch you?”  He pressed her back against the wall and continued his assault.  He circled his finger around her swollen clit while she audaciously fucked his hand.  “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes, which were clouded over with need and desire while he increased his speed. 

“I asked if you like it when I touch you.”  Tonight, he wanted her to tell him exactly what she wanted.

Her lips parted, but before she could give him an answer, she let another moan slip.  Tristan pulled his finger out and pressed his thumb over her clit. 

“Answers, cupcake.  I want fucking answers,” he ground out.

“Yes,” she whispered.  “I love it when you touch me.  I can’t get enough.  Please don’t stop.”

He had no plans of that happening.  “I want you naked.  Now.”

“Naked,” she agreed and released her hold from around his waist while Tristan lowered her to her feet.

His eyes swept over her body, waiting for her to get to work.  If she didn’t hurry, he was going to come before her dress hit the floor.  He enjoyed getting her all worked up about as much as he enjoyed her mouth around his cock.  The satisfaction he got out of making her beg and whimper beneath him became more intense every time they were together.  This woman was doing a number on him.

Tristan walked around her and sat on the edge of the bed.  “Turn around.  I want your eyes on me while you strip.”

Holly turned, reached for the hem of her dress, and lifted it over her head.  His breath caught in his throat.  Jesus!  She was going to kill him with that lacy shit she always wore.  Tonight, it was a black-and-red bra with a matching thong.  Her gaze locked on him as she lowered her thong and stepped out of it, still wearing those goddamn heels he loved so fucking much.  His dick was so hard that it was painful, so he reached down and rubbed it to relieve some of the pressure. 

“Come here,” Tristan ordered. 

When she walked to him, he admired her and how she strutted to show off every agonizingly beautiful curve of her body.  She stopped when she reached him, settling in between his legs. 

“Take off the heels, cupcake.  I want you totally bare for what I’m going to do to you.”  He wanted to touch every inch of her with his tongue.  “I can’t have anything coming between me and that body of yours.”

Holly stepped out of the heels and stood before him in only her bra.  Tristan’s cock throbbed, pressing against his jeans, needing to be inside her, but first, he wanted her panting and begging for it. 

“The bra,” he ordered.

She reached around and unhooked the clasp of her bra, peeling it from her body and revealing her perfect breasts.  Tristan’s cock hardened more than what he’d thought was humanly possible.  He watched every move she made, trying desperately not to jump off the bed and body-slam her to it.  She was going to get it rough tonight.

Holly closed any gap there might have been between them and threaded her fingers through his hair.  “I want to feel you all over me, Tristan.  Ravish me.  Take from me.  Consume me.”

“Stand on the bed,” Tristan growled, taking her hand and helping her up.  No more wasting time.  “Spread your legs.” 

She did so without hesitation. 

He lay on his back, positioning his head between them.  “Now sit on my face.”

She turned her eyes, which were sexy as hell with that look of need that they held for him, on him.  Kneeling down, she straddled his face, and he inhaled her scent.  A moan escaped her lips, but her eyes never lost his.  Tristan reached up, grazing his thumbs across her lips, opening her wide.  She was so fucking wet for him. 

“I need you lower,” he urged. 

Placing her hands on the bed above his head, she lowered herself onto Tristan’s mouth.

He flicked her clit with his tongue.  “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” she sighed, trying to get closer when his tongue retreated.  When Tristan brushed her clit again, he could see her body jolt.  He repeated the action over and over, increasing his tempo, causing her hips to buck wildly while they shamelessly fucked his mouth.  She was panting and cheering him on, calling out his name with a few curses in between.

He felt another shiver course through her as his tongue probed into her warm pussy.  He was hell-bent on making her explode on his tongue.  Tristan continued to lap at her like a man having his last meal while her hips rode the wave as she cried out.  She rocked her hips, riding his mouth like the star of a rodeo.  Her movements were wild and almost aggressive.  He wrapped his arms up and around her thighs gripping her tighter and bringing her even closer.

“Come in my mouth, cupcake.  I want to feel you explode all over my tongue,” Tristan continued to urge between strokes. 

He thrust his tongue deeper inside before sliding up to circle her clit and back again.  It was an unrelenting assault.  He licked up to her clit one last time before sucking it into his mouth, and she screamed through her orgasm, riding his face all of the way through. 

Fuck!  That was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

“My turn, darlin’,” he told her when she dismounted. 

She hovered over him before crashing her mouth to his.  He was pretty sure that she could taste her own arousal on his tongue.  She had come so fucking hard.

Before he realized it, she had his shirt off and the button and zipper of his jeans undone.  She lifted herself off and pulled his jeans—along with his boxers—down, freeing his cock. 

“I want your mouth on me.”  And he didn’t have to ask twice. 

She was in her own little lust-induced world and nothing was stopping her.  She slid her tongue over him from root to tip before guiding him into her mouth.  Tristan sifted his fingers through her hair, holding her right where he wanted her.  He lifted his head and watched as her mouth glided up and down his length, her tongue coming out to lick the head.  She sucked him back fully into her mouth, where he felt the back of her throat. 

“Fuuuuuck!” he gasped.  “That’s so fucking good, baby.  Keep that up.” 

Holly used one hand to stroke him and the other to gently knead his balls.  It appeared that she wanted him to come as badly as he did, if not more than.  But he didn’t want to do it in her mouth.  He wanted to come while driving inside her.

He released her hair from his grip.  “That’s enough.  I have other plans.”  He maneuvered from underneath and positioned himself behind her.  Then he grabbed her hair by the scalp with just enough force to bring her back to his chest.  Wrapping his other arm around her chest, he cupped her breast and sucked on the skin behind her ear. 

“Tristan,” she begged.  “Please.”

“Put your head down on the bed and lift that gorgeous ass of yours.” 

She did exactly what he’d demanded.  Damn, she looked amazing from this angle, submitting to his will.  He stroked his excruciatingly hard cock before slipping the head through her dripping heat and massaging it up and down the length of her.

Tristan pulled back and whispered, “Don’t move,” while he reached over and took a condom from the back pocket of his discarded jeans.  He made quick work of sliding it on.  Then he returned to his place behind Holly, holding himself in his hand and positioning at her entrance before slowly sliding inside her inch by inch.  He planted himself, stilling her so her body could get used to his invasion.  Once she was ready, he forcefully gripped her hips and rolled his own.  He was convinced that this woman’s body had been made specifically for him.  How could it not have been?  They fit perfectly and hers was so damn responsive to whatever he did to her.

He pounded his hips relentlessly.  Over and over, harder and harder.  Holly’s head flew back and she screamed his name with every punishing thrust.  “Say it again!” he demanded.

“Tristan,” she repeated.

He pulled out and crawled around her body, sitting on the bed with his back to the headboard and positioning a pillow behind him for more comfort.  “I’m not done with you, yet.”  He watched as her eyes registered understanding.  “Sit on my cock.  I want you to ride me.” 

Holly prowled up his body.  He pulled her the rest of the way, his teeth finding her nipple while she cried out.

She lifted her body and slowly impaled herself on him while he continued his agonizing attention to her breast.  When her body began to quiver, he knew she was close again. 

“That’s it.  I want you coming all over my dick.”  He held her hips in place so that she couldn’t move before pushing up and thrusting into her hard. 

“Holy shit,” she said, pausing to take in air.  Her eyes bored into his with an intensity he had never noticed before.  “Fuck me.  Do it hard.”

“You got it.”  He pumped his hips into her, finding his rhythm, causing a fine sheen of sweat to form over her skin. 

She kept eye contact until her body began to lock tight, that familiar pre-orgasm blush overtook her body, and she couldn’t take it anymore.  Her eyes closed and her mouth formed a small ‘o.’ 

In a quick movement, he had Holly on her back without losing their connection.  He hooked his arm under her leg, opening her up even more so that he could plunge deeper, and increased his movements.  He slammed into her over and over, his pounding becoming jerky movements, chasing his own orgasm while she was coming down from hers. 

“Damn.  So wet.  Holy shit, you’re so tight,” he grunts.  He watched as one hand left his shoulder, cupped her own breast, and stroked a finger over her nipple, her eyes becoming hooded.  “That’s right, cupcake.  Touch yourself.  Show me what you like.”  He loved that she was opening herself up to him.  “You are so sexy.  So beautiful.” 

A blush filled her cheeks.  He released her leg, lowered himself onto his elbows, and took her mouth with his own.  They were both panting and moaning.  Holly was getting close again.  Her hand trailed down between them, where he could feel her touching where they were connected.  Holy fuck, that was hot!

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