100. THE WANTING HEAT

HOLLY’S POV. “Holly,” he groaned, the sound dripping with lust. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.” I pulled back just enough to catch my breath, my lips slick and swollen as I looked up at him through teary, watery eyes. A string of saliva connected my lips to his cock, and I licked it away slowly, my gaze never leaving his. “Holly,” he rasped my name again, his hand tightening in my hair, his hips bucking forward as if he couldn’t stop himself. “You’re...fuck...you’re so fucking good at this.” I hummed softly around him, letting the vibration ripple through him. I knew what it would do. I knew it would draw another guttural moan from him, and I wasn’t disappointed. His head tipped back, his jaw clenching as a deep groan tore from his throat. Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth, slicking his cock as I moved faster, my lips gliding over him in long, wet strokes. The obscene, wet gagging sounds I made only seemed to push him further, his hips m