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Hold On (The 'Burg #6) Page 93
Author: Kristen Ashley

“Sure,” I answered.

“Awesome!” he near-on shouted. “I’ll call Teddy after I finish eating. If his mom needs it, can you drop me at their place?”

“Sure,” I repeated.

“You’re good with it, you can be lazy today and I can do it,” Merry offered.

Ethan’s eyes got big with excitement.

“Then it’s a pajama day for me,” I declared, though it wasn’t since I had to work that night, but at least during the day I could make it that way.

Unless Merry came back and my pajamas were history.

“You set it up, bud, I’ll drop you,” Merry said to Ethan, then looked at me. “I’ll come back.”

My knees got weak for another reason, and I shot him a very different kind of look before I took off to go brush my teeth.

I did this for the first time in my life, leaving two guys who meant the world to me in my kitchen.

Two of them.

A dream I’d never dared to dream.

And shit, that dream coming true made me feel warm and squishy.

* * * * *

I was still in my pajamas.

I was also on my knees.

Merry was in his jeans, his shirt, but he was sitting on the side of my bed with me kneeling between his legs.

And I’d finally got my mouth around his dick.

My kid was at a movie. Merry had dropped him off.

Then he came back to me.

His cock was wide, Jesus, and the veins protruding, catching against my tongue, making me want to trail the tip along them (something I did, repeatedly), the head thick and broad. Amazing.

I couldn’t take him all—he more than filled me—but that didn’t mean I didn’t try.

I did.

I gave it my all.

And then kept giving.

Honestly? I didn’t know who liked it more, Merry getting his dick sucked or me giving it my all, trying to take him deep, hearing the noises I was making him make, feeling his powerful body tense around me.

I felt his hand on my head shift, so his fingers clenched in my hair as he bit out, “Christ, Cherie.”

I took him as far as he’d go and lifted my eyes to his.

His hungry gaze was on me, and the instant he got mine, his started burning.

“Fuck me,” he growled.

I slid him out and lifted up, beyond ready, whispering, “Okay.”

He was ready too. I knew when he shifted immediately, eyes still on me, hand going to the back of his jeans as I yanked my pajama shorts and panties down.

He was still rolling the condom on when I climbed up, knee to the bed, swinging the other leg over.

He had himself ready for me, one hand guiding his cock, the other hand sliding along my side to my back and lower until he cupped my ass.

I felt him where I needed him and drove down, taking him completely.

I watched his head drop back, the cords of the muscles at his neck straining, the column of his throat bared.

Right there. That was mine. All for me.

I went in.

Trailing my mouth along something I’d wanted for so long, it was not funny, while riding the cock of a man I’d wanted so badly, it was scary, all this on my bed in my house, I felt my pussy start convulsing.

Merry felt it too (obviously) and righted his head, dislodging my mouth from his throat, his free hand coming up to grip my hair.

“Do not come,” he ordered.

“Okay,” I breathed, moving, doing it fast, taking him deep, slamming down on him hard.

“Cherie.” His tone was thick with sex and warning. “Do not fuckin’ come.”

God, that pushed me closer.

“You might hafta ride this one out when I’m done, baby,” I gasped, getting closer.

“Slow it down,” he growled.

That only made me speed it up.

“Fuck,” he grunted, watching me take him. Then his hand in my hair slid to the back of my neck and curled around firm, just as his hand at my ass moved so he could circle my waist with his arm.

Having a hold on me, he held fast and stayed me before a downward glide, so I just had the tip.

Torture.

“Merry,” I whispered, my voice needy.

“Be a good girl,” he ordered.

Fuck, seriously.

“Merry.” That was pleading.

“Wanna watch you fuck me like I got off watchin’ you blow me,” he shared gruffly. “So slow it down.”

I bit my lip, straining against his hold.

“You gonna be my good girl?” he asked.

His words and, well…everything pushed me closer and my entire body tightened, fighting to drive him deep.

Something changed in his eyes that sent me spiraling.

“You’re gonna be bad,” he whispered.

“Baby, please.”

He held me at my neck, but his arm went away from my waist.

I thought he was letting me loose.

He wasn’t.

His hand landed on my bare ass and the sound of the smack rent through the room as it scored straight from my ass right to my clit.

Oh yeah. I liked it like that.

“Gonna be good?” he asked.

“No,” I whispered.

He gave me what I wanted and spanked me again.

My thighs jerked, my eyes stayed locked to his, and my clit started buzzing.

“Gonna be good?” he repeated.

I shook my head.

He spanked me.

Fuck…yes.

“My brown-eyed girl likes to be bad,” he murmured, his heated eyes now on my mouth.

I licked my lips.

His hand landed on my ass.

“Merry,” I breathed.

His fingers at my neck grew light and he ground out, “Fuck me, baby.”

I fucked him. Fuck yes, I fucked him hard and fast, coming on the third stroke, the orgasm so huge, I started bucking, winding my arms around his shoulders, clenching my fist in his hair, ramming down on his big, thick cock.

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