by Holly Dodd
“Fuck,” I groaned. My fingers wound in her hair, spreading it around my fist like a leash. She might think she was in control, but that illusion would only last for so long.
“So big and hard. I love when you’re inside me, fucking me.” She wasn’t talking to me, but I wasn’t slighted. Not when she was praising my cock with her sex-kitten voice.
My back bowed. My dick bobbed before her, cutting towards my navel like a scythe.
“You missed me, didn’t you?” Again, my dick was getting all the attention. And for a moment I wondered if that was all she wanted me for. Sex. But the thought flew out of my head as she spoke three magic words.
“I love you.” I caught her eye. This time she was talking to me, not the slab of man-meat throbbing in her petite hand.
She stroked me from root to tip, and then dropped her mouth, applying my pre-come to her lips as if it were fucking gloss. Her tongue twirled around the head, tracing the corona and lapping along the underside. I give her a tug, wanting to be buried in her mouth.
She didn’t budge, just continued to lick my dick; a kitten with a saucer of cream.
That wouldn’t do. Not at all. “You’re fucking mine, kitten. Now stop playing and suck.”
She shuddered on her knees, her chestnut eyes crackling with heat. She didn’t hesitate. She speared her mouth with my cock, gulping it down until the tight funnel of her throat massaged the tip.
“That’s it, fuck kitten, that’s it.” I pulled her head back. Her mouth dragged off, leaving a lurid smear of lipstick behind. She soaked me. Her saliva glittered around the blood-engorged veins bulging down my knob.
I shoved back in, riding her tongue down the ridge of my dick until she choked. But I didn’t want to shoot my load in her mouth. No. I wanted in her pussy.
I was rough on her, yanking her around by her hair. The soft noises she made were proof of how turned on she was by it. Bending her over the arm of the couch, I slipped my hands between her thighs, and stroked her cunt through the layers of fabric. “I can feel how hot you are, and so wet. You’re dripping through your jeans, kitten. What a naughty little slut.”
“Jesus, Kevin,” she whimpered. Her movements grew needful, she squirmed, lifting her hips and offering her heart-shaped ass to me.
I tore her jeans down, raking them into a puddle around her ankles. This wasn’t going to be elegant or soft. I needed to be back inside of her where I belonged.
I had her panties down when I realized there was a problem. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.” I hadn’t thought I’d be fucking Jo again, not tonight, not ever. It’d been a distant dream, but not one I’d thought would bear fruit.
I dropped my head between her shoulder blades, groaning. I was sure Angela had condoms, fuck I knew she did, but I wasn’t going in there.
Jo hesitated, only a minute, before she rubbed her naked cunt along my thigh. “I trust you.”
My heart sputtered. Those three words, almost as magical and important as the ones which preceded it, shook me up. I’d devastated her trust, and here she was, offering me her heart again. Forgiving me of my sins, baptizing me with her words and all but ushering me into nirvana.
The last girl I’d fucked bare had been Sara. This was a huge moment for both of us.
Fear wound around my bowels. What if Jo got knocked up? I wanted to be a daddy. That desire for a family of my own hadn’t abated. I just didn’t think I’d find a woman I wanted it with.
Yet here was Jo. Offering me the future I’d stopped dreaming about.
“Are you sure?” My voice wavered. Need and anxiety roiled together. Yet my cock remained at full mast, growing harder over the idea of having nothing between me and Jo’s slippery pussy. The primal urge to pump all of my seed into her, making a creampie of her sugary li’l cunt.
“I’m on the pill, hormones and all. But…yes, I’m sure.” She inhaled deeply, knowing what I was asking, knowing the words I needed to hear. “If something happens, we’re in it together.”
The last piece of myself, the last minuscule bit of my heart I’d kept from Jo, capitulated.
I didn’t need to ask twice. I spread her thighs wide, admiring the view of her hot pink hole dripping with readiness. “So fucking wet for me. I love it. I love you, Jo. So fucking much.”
I was babbling, but I didn’t care. My heart was full. Lining my dick up with her eager li’l pussy, I slammed into her hard and deep. My dick went from tip to ball sack in one rough thrust.
Her pussy clenched around me, and I could feel her pulse throbbing around my cock, matching the frantic rhythm of my heart. “Yes, oh Lord Kevin, more. I need more.”
Coiling my hand tighter in her hair, I yanked her back, forcing her to arch into a luscious bow for me. Her ass bobbled, bouncing off my hips as I drill into her. The wet smack of her pussy around my dick drove me on. I was so slick with her lubrication; my pole was drenched with her juices.
“I’m going to come, oh God Kevin.” Her voice rose into a scream. Her body shook beneath me, pulling me deeper, and urging me to finish.
I wouldn’t rush our reunion. I wanted to taste her. I pulled out of her so fast that she fell over the couch, her ass in the air, her pussy swollen and red-lipped. I didn’t give her a chance to fight me, to protest.
I latched my mouth onto her pussy, feasting on the just-fucked flavor. The salt and the sweet of us mingled together, and the thick cream of her pending orgasm. I massaged her clit with my lips, and then plunged my tongue into the place I’d just vacated with my dick.
Her scream went super-sonic, a high-pitched cry that climbed the octaves. She came all over my face, and I lapped up every creamy drop. She was panting beneath me, puffing desperately. But I wasn’t done with her. Oh no. I wanted to fill her to the brim with my jizz. Flipping her onto her back, I was right where I belonged again. Right between her thick thighs.
She shook beneath me with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her gorgeous face wore a mask of ecstasy.
Holding her open, I hammered back inside of her, groaning as her pussy dragged my dick deep. “You feel so fucking good. Mine, you’re mine, Jo.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. She strained towards me, her nails clawed against my sides, her hands roamed over my body.
I used every bit of muscle to fuck into her. Stabbing my dick to the quick. I worked her hard, pumping her with the education I’d learned from the girls before her. But there wouldn’t be anyone else. Never again.
Her second orgasm popped around my shaft, and I couldn’t hold back. The primitive need to claim her raked through me. I was a predator and she was my prey. Glancing down, I watched my dick tunnel into her, then back out, all slick and pearly with her come. Her pussy didn’t want to relinquish my dick. The soft pink walls hugged the side, holding on and pulling out a little.
It was hot as fuck, and I let go. I roared as my balls pulled tight, all the come I’d been saving up for days spurted into Jo’s tight fuck-hole. She was so bare, so vulnerable, and so hot milking my dick. The notion made my orgasm go on endlessly.
By the time I pulled out, my balls were empty. I’d drained every bit of my seed inside of her womb. My cream dribbled from her spread li’l cunt, and pooled on the couch. I’d have to clean the mess up before Angela got home. But not now. Now it was time to worship and cherish the girl who owned my heart.
Jo was limp with pleasure as I gathered her up, carrying her to the bedroom.
Gingerly I tucked her beneath the covers and climbed in beside her. She snuggled against my side, my cream-filled kitten purring sweetly. I stroked a hand down her back, the caress ending with a pat to her ass.
She glanced up at me, her eyes mushy with emotion.
I stroked her cheek. “I love you, kitten.”
She turned her face into my hand, placing kisses across my palm.
I’d resisted. Far too fucking much. But she’d forgiven me, and she had what no one else could claim before her. Not even Sara.
All of
my heart belonged to my li’l Tinkerbelle.
THE END
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Acknowledgements
Writing this book has been an amazing and crazy ride. Putting my work out there has been the dream, and one I am finally chasing.
It’s New Years Eve 2016, and I am about to upload the final copy of Giving it Up to Amazon. I can’t believe the release date is right around the corner. So, to let the story go, and move on to the next one, I need to thank everyone who has supported me up to this point. A month ago this would have been blank. I’d been doing it myself, struggling in my writer bubble, alone, isolated, and thinking I sucked. But all of that has changed in a rather amazing fashion.
There is so much hope for the New Year. In a short time, since I started writing Giving It Up, and putting myself out there, I have met amazing people. Such supportive, sweet, wonderful women who are here on the first rung with me. This is my first book, but I have many more planned.
I would like to thank Devon Farrow and Heather Sage for being the best damn PA’s a girl could have. You both bring something completely unique to the table. I’ve been able to breathe and write more knowing the Honeys are in your capable hands.
I need to say thank you to Diane Hamilton. Your wisdom and knowledge have been invaluable. Without your nudge I never would have gotten to where I needed to be.
Jamie Buck, Ashley Ann Gibson, Diane Norwood, Deanna Cardineau, Christina Rephe, and Danielle Anthamatten, watching you girls work and get excited with me is the best feeling.
To all of the bloggers who have shared my cover reveal, signed up for the ARCS, and the new release blitz. Thank you, a thousand times, thank you.
Christine Raine Jalili and the Begging for Bad Boys group, you girls rock my socks. I love your passion and naughtiness.
And finally to my fans. I can’t believe I can say that now. Those of you who have read the book already via ARCs and left reviews. Who have reached out to me. Thank you. Thank you for enjoying the story I wanted to tell you, and for wanting more.
I feel truly blessed,
Holly Dodd
December 31, 2016
Excerpt of Pin Me Down
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ONE
Regi
Why do I do this to myself?
That was the question of the year. I asked myself it every Thursday night when I showed up at the Alehouse, hoping Mia would say something to me, show me that she missed me as much as I missed her.
I glanced at her stiff back. She stood across the room from me behind a wall of tables and friends. Her stance said it all. Approach with extreme caution.
Nope. Not this week.
For the past year Mia denied I even existed. She’d completely cut me off, carving me out of her life as if I never existed. I’d pushed, telling her how much I loved her. As expected she’d reacted badly.
Fuck. That.
I knew more of her than anyone else. Yet I was a glutton for punishment, because I came back every week, letting her stomp all over my heart with her five-inch heels.
I barely touched the beer I ordered. I swished it in the bottle, listening to the girl beside me talk non stop. What was her name? Lisa? Fuck if I remembered. Not that it mattered. She was another pair of tits-and-ass that would distract me. Just like every girl I’d ever known.
There was only one I wanted, and she treated me like a leper. It was stupid of me to come here, and stupid of me to stay.
I took a swig of my beer and glanced at the time. Jo should have arrived by now. Funny, she’d been panting over me all year. Now that I was giving her a chance she’d stood me up. I wasn’t surprised. Something had changed for her once Kevin made his move. Changed in both of them.
I blew out a breath and glanced down at the dark-eyed girl nuzzled into my side. She was practically poured into her dress. The slinky material hugged every inch curve. She looked young, younger than I liked, a teenager but still legal. But she had a body that most women would envy.
“Hey, want to head into the back?” I cut her off her mid conversation, not wanting to hear more of her babbling.
She blinked up at me. The dark makeup smudged over her eyes was noticeable, and made her look a bit like Mia in the right light. I could deal with that. Maybe I needed a bit of role play to finally pry Mia out from beneath my skin. Mia and me were toxic, at least according to her, and I needed a cure.
The girl, Lucia?, gave me a sly smile. Her lips plump and crimson. There was something familiar about her. Something I couldn’t put my finger on. Had I hooked up with her before? It didn’t matter. Since I couldn’t remember her it would be like fucking her for the first time.
“Sure,” she cooed. She linked her arm through mine.
On the way to the back I caught sight of Kevin slinking in. He wore a ball-cap pulled low, a layman’s disguise that would fool a few. Mostly the girls who gravitated toward him as if his dick was magic. Not me. He’d been my bro for the past few years. I hadn’t expected him to show up. Not with whatever was going on between him and Jo. She’d been distracted and sad in physics. Maybe he was looking for an easy score. I tilted my head to the girl I’d left behind. She was ripe, ready to be plucked, and pouting that she hadn’t been picked for the evening.
He shook his head and slumped into the bar. His carriage as stiff as Mia’s.
Everyone had a stick up their ass tonight. Not my problem.
I led my prize through the narrow aisles of the draft house. A nightmare of pseudo-intellects who wouldn’t know the difference between a Coors Light and a home brew. I wasn’t into the pretentious shit. If it was cold and amber, I drank it.
Pulling the girl closer into my side, we shook off the college crowd and slipped into the dark. The back rooms of the Alehouse were perfect for my uses. Over the past few months, since Mia had begun using the restaurant for her social promotion experiment, I’d introduced more than a few girls to the idea of exhibition against the bamboo-textured walls. Sometimes letting off a little steam was the only way to get through the night without having a total. Fucking. Meltdown. over Mia. The dark allowed me to close my eyes and fantasize. The fact that the chick I was leading astray had the tanned skin and big ass of my favorite girl enhanced the idea.
Laura? Whatever. She was all in as we darted into an empty room. She pushed me up against the wall right beside the door. “You’re such a big boy,” the girl cooed.
“Yeah, I am.” Girls loved my size. I was six-feet-five in bare feet and bulked up like a Mack Truck. They loved it. I pulled more tail than Daniel Boone.
Except for Mia. But that was a lie. She fucked me when she wanted. Treated me like her dirty secret. Had for years.
Ever since high school.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I wouldn’t think about that now. I drained the rest of my beer in one gulp and set the empty bottle on a nearby shelf. “Are you going to keep talking or show me what you can do with that mouth.”
I didn’t give a flying fuck what she had to say. There was only one thing I wanted out of her. I wanted her to make me forget. Obliterate the pain that Mia’s rejection wrought in my chest.
“Your wish is my command,” she laughed and sank to her knees. I heard her more than saw her. She was a silk-skinned blur, caramel colored hair—obviously dyed—and thick curves. I didn’t care who she was. What she wanted. She was a willing hole I was going to lose myself in. Sex was allowed me brief splashes of pleasure in my miserable existence. It was a big reason why I was a raging man-whore. Maybe if I fucked enough girls, I’d find one with the magic hoohah that would replace Mia.
She pulled my zipper down, the metal snick loud in the silence. Cold air seeped b
etween the lapels and encircled my cock. The sounds of the bar came from far off, dampened by the thick walls that separated the banquet rooms from the rest of the upscale bar-restaurant duo.
I wasn’t hard. Not at fucking all. My head wasn’t into it. Never was. Not until biology kicked in.
She murmured a pout when she found my flaccid dick, but then her breath hitched. I was a shower. Even limp my cock was impressive. I pushed eight-inches. Legit, too. Not any of that lying bullshit. The width was only okay. I had a broad head, and that more than made up for any issues with girth.
Her wet mouth worked over the tip, and I closed my eyes, letting the sensations course through me. No thoughts. No emotions. Just the skillful play of a slippery tongue swirling around my shaft and getting the blood coursing south. Before long she had a double grip on my dick, and all thoughts of Mia flew away. This was what I chased. That in-between where I didn’t think. Didn’t feel. Just existed.
This was the salve a broken heart required. Nameless, faceless sex in a backroom.
My hips pumped against her face while my fingers cinched in her hair, pulling her close until she choked. I shuddered. That’s what I wanted. The gurgle of a tight throat opening around my dick and the slick rush of spit.
She pulled off with an abrupt pop. “Can we help you?”
Shit. Who’d caught us. I opened my eyes and found Jo loitering in the doorway. I hadn’t expected her to show. This was going to work against me. I knew it. “Fuck, Jo. This isn’t what it looks like.”
Jo’s acerbic laugh sliced the air. “Really? To me it looks like you’re getting a blowie.”
Okay. This was exactly what it looked like. I urged the girl up, trying to get her off her knees. She wasn’t budging. Her name was on the tip of my tongue. Linda?
Fine, fuck her. I tried stuffing myself back into my pants. There was something too vulnerable about having my dick flopping out. Except the L-named girl had hands there, pumping my shaft and keeping me half-hard.