Free Hollywood Holden: Los Angeles Bad Boys by Frankie Love Page B

pussy.
    I roll my tongue in tight circles over her clit, then press my mouth closer against her folds, sucking against her, and she grabs the sheets beneath her. That brings a huge fucking smile to my face, and I reward her moans by holding her thighs down, opening her up more.
    I press my tongue deeper into her pussy, rolling against her hot flesh, tasting every sweet drop of nectar she releases. I cup one hand around her breast, plucking her hard nipple as my face grinds against her dripping gap.
    "Holden, oh God, you're making me ... insane," she pants, a hand pulling at my hair. I lap against her—fast, faster, faster—causing her legs to tremble and buckle against me.
    So I slow, knowing it will make her insane. I ease my tongue from her and kiss against her hood softly, sprinkling kisses all over her soft pussy, then press a finger in her again, remembering how wet she got when I did this last week.
    "I can't breathe, Holden. It's too much."
    "Shhh," I tell her, pressing her open wider with my hand, using a finger to press against her until she writhes beneath me. She's sopping wet, and I fucking love it. I move in and out, and my cock is so fucking hard, wanting to get in her warmth.
    But I need to ease her tight pussy open first. My cock will break her if I don't take care to ease her perfect body against mine.
    She squirts against my hand, her release so fast with my fingers pressing inside her, fluttering against her pleasure point. I pull out my finger, licking it slowly so she can see me.
    "You taste so fucking good."
    Then I can't help it.
    I press my mouth back on her pussy, sucking her hard, up and down her gorgeous slit, until her thighs squeeze tight against my ears, her entire body pulsing as she orgasms. My mouth against her, her thighs against me, and I swear to God, if her pussy was the last thing I saw before I died, I'd go a happy man.
    I move above her on the bed. Her skin is slick with sweat and pleasure, and I feel like a fucking man to get this girl off so well.
    Now, my cock needs her. Bad.
    "What the hell was that?" she asks, her eyes dreamy, her body nearly satiated.
    "That was you getting off."
    "And you?" she asks. "How do you want to get off?"
    I bite my lip at this girl with her innocent nature mixed with her desire to be uninhibited. I have no problem helping her shed any of her skin.
    "Ride me, baby," I tell her. "Ride my cock."
    She raises her eyes, and I know she likes the idea. Bexley never hid her emotions well unless she was on stage.
    I fall on my back, watching as she climbs on top of me. My hands slap against her creamy thighs as she straddles me.
    Her tits—fucking hell. I reach for them, massaging those perfect globes in my hands, sitting up slightly so I can suck her nipple, roll my tongue over the tight bud that causes her to whimper again.
    "I need your cock," she tells me plainly, in a way none of the girls I've brought to this bed before ever would. "I've been dreaming of it all week."
    I grab a condom from the bedside table, and roll it onto my thickness. Her eyes are on my cock as I do, seeming enchanted with the way the latex covers my hard rod.
    I lay back down, and she holds my cock with one hand, using her other to press against her dripping entrance and lubricate my cock with her pussy juice, like she's done this a hundred fucking times.
    I swear I could come right then and there, shoot my release across her gorgeous tits. Instead, she raises onto her knees, then slowly sits down on my throbbing cock. She holds my shaft as she guides herself against me, and her other hand runs through her hair. Her head is thrown back, her back arching, with her tits displayed in all their splendor.
    "You're so fucking hot," I tell her, not having any more words but hoping these are enough.
    "You’re so fucking big."
    I laugh, so rarely having heard Bexley use the F word. It's sexy as hell.
    "Your fingers were nice, and so was your mouth—but Holden, your cock fills me up so ...