Chapter Thirty

Mark

I haven’t been on a date in a really fucking long time.

And now I remember why.

Women take forever to get ready.

Lifting my arm, I check my watch for what feels like the millionth time tonight, seeing that we’re now five minutes late. Feels like I’ve been waiting here, sitting on her couch, for an eternity.

So long in fact, that Funnel Cakes and her husband are leaving.

She glances at me with a tilted head, amusement crossing her features. “She’s still not ready?”

I reply with a sigh.

Olivia lets out a laugh, sharing a look with Henry. “She’s always like this so… good luck. I guess.”

“Thanks,” I say with a shake of my head. “Think I’ll need it.”

She laughs again, grabbing her keys from the console table. “When you guys finally get ready, make sure you lock the door,” she tells me, shaking her head slightly. “She tends to forget. ”

I blink. “She forgets to lock the door?” I repeat, hoping I heard wrong.

Olivia shrugs, a smile tugging at her lips. “She’s so forgiving, I don’t think she realizes there aren’t good people out there.”

A smile creeps onto my face at the thought. Yeah. Sounds like her. I love how she always sees the best in people. She saw the best in me and wanted me. Still can’t fucking believe it.

“Can I tell you something?” Olivia says, approaching me.

“Sure,” I say with a shrug.

She smirks, pressing her lips together. “I was rooting for you.”

I blink, not understanding what she’s saying.

“When she was dating…” She waves her hand around, glancing up, trying to remember the name.

“Ryan,” I fill in for her.

Clicking her fingers, she points at me. “Ryan, yes.” She sighs. “When she was dating Ryan, and everything was brewing between you two,” she says, her shoulders dropping as she smiles at me. “I was always rooting for you.”

Really like hearing that. Holly’s friends are practically her family, so the fact that they like me and were rooting for us to be together means a lot. “Thanks.”

She nods in acknowledgment. “You’re good for her,” she says. “You’re very patient with her and kind and…” Her eyes narrow. “You won’t hurt her right?”

“Never,” I say without an ounce of hesitation .

She smiles at my answer. “She deserves someone to love her,” she tells me, her tone a little more serious than before. “She’s spent so many years without anyone to love her, well, except for me.”

“I’m ready to give her the kind of love she’s always been looking for,” I tell Olivia, seeing her eyes widen a little at my confession. Kinda wish I had told Holly before anyone else, but I want them both to know I will do anything it takes to keep her in my life. Whatever she wants, I’m willing to give her. I’ll be at the ready to do whatever she needs.

Her smile widens a little, as does Henry’s. “I’m happy to hear that,” she says, turning to fix her husband’s tie.

“Ready to go?” he asks her.

She nods, shrugging her coat on, and they both head toward the door. “Have fun,” she calls out before heading out the door.

“You too.”

“But not too much fun,” she says with a laugh, rubbing her pregnant belly.

I let out a scoff as they head out and close the door behind them, leaving me alone in an empty living room… still waiting.

“Holly,” I call out. “Are you almost done?”

“Almost,” she calls back, her voice a little muffled since she’s behind her bedroom door. “I just want to look perfect,” she says. “It’s our first date.”

First date.

My lips twitch. God, I love the sound of that. First of fucking many dates to come.

“You already look perfect, sweetheart,” I call back .

I hear her laugh from the other side of the door. “You’re sweet, but you’re a man. Men don’t know anything.”

A scoff leaves my lips. “Fine,” I mutter because she’s right. Don’t know shit about clothes and makeup and all that shit. I just know she looks stunning in anything she wears.

Might just be her, though.

I lean back on the couch, breathing out a sigh. My eyes catch on the book lying face down on the coffee table, the green Christmas tree-shaped bookmark poking out of it. I laugh to myself. She finally used it.

Reaching out, I grab the book and flip it open to where the bookmark is when my eyes catch on a word.

Cock .

The fuck?

Scanning the page, my eyes widen in seconds when I read the explicit sexual scene on the page.

“Holy shit,” I murmur to myself, running a hand over my mouth as I read the words on the page, feeling my heart pick up as I imagine Holly tucked under the covers, reading this.

“Okay, I’m ready. We can…” I lift my head, seeing Holly standing in the middle of the living room, looking like she came straight out of a fucking magazine.

“ Holy shit ,” I say again, this time louder, my jaw dropping as I trace my eyes down her figure, the tight red dress clinging to her body, the dress reaching mid-thigh, paired with boots that go right up to her knees .

My head spins, unable to believe I’m about to go on a date with her. That this is the girl I get to kiss and make love to.

“Holy shit.”

“You said that already,” she says with a chuckle. Her eyes drift to the book in my hands. “What are you doing with my book?”

I’m reminded of what I was reading a few minutes ago—what my Holly reads, and a smirk creeps onto my lips as I lift myself off the couch, placing the book back on the coffee table.

“ This is what you read?” I ask, arching a brow as I approach her, a groan building in my throat when I finally touch her, holding her hips in my hands, feeling the soft material of her dress under my touch.

She parts her lips on a shaky breath, her eyes narrowing slightly. “How far did you get?”

“Enough to know it’s a dirty book,” I reply with a chuckle, seeing her cheeks flush a deep shade of pink.

“Oh,” she says, her voice hushed as she pulls her lip between her teeth. “Yeah.”

A low rumble leaves me as my hands shift, grabbing her ass and giving it a squeeze. “I thought you were sweet,” I say, leaning down to press my lips against her jaw. “Innocent. And yet here you are reading these dirty little books.” My teeth graze at her earlobe, my cock rock hard when she lets out a sweet, little moan.

“It’s… romance,” she gasps out, tipping her head back to give me better access.

I chuckle against her skin. “I’m sure.”

“It is. ”

“Mhmm,” I hum, kissing her slender throat, feeling it bob under my lips. “Do you get turned on when you read them?”

A heavy breath escapes her. “Sometimes.”

Fuck.

“Are you turned on thinking about it?” she asks me, catching me off guard.

This woman . “Already was when I saw you in this dress, knowing you’re mine to touch, and kiss, and fuck,” I tell her, hearing her soft whimper when I clutch her ass tight in my hands, wanting to rip this dress off. “But now that I know you read this… I’m rock fucking hard.”

“Mark,” she says with a gasp when I twist her around.

“Lift your arms, sweetheart,” I whisper against her ear, feeling her back her ass onto me, slowly grinding against my aching cock.

“I should be angry,” she says with no conviction at all. “I worked so hard on this makeup and outfit.”

“But you’re not.”

She shakes her head, glancing at me over her shoulder with a look in her eyes that makes me groan. “No,” she says, pressing harder against me. “I don’t care if you mess it up.”

I chuckle, thrusting against her. “Oh, I’ll mess it up.”

“Promises, promises.”

“I keep my promises, sweetheart,” I tell her, slowly lifting the dress up her smooth, tight body until it’s completely off, leaving her completely braless, only a pair of flimsy red panties covering her. “So fucking perfect,” I murmur, smoothing my hand over her cute little butt, teasing me as she sways her hips subtly.

“Bend over the couch,” I tell her, my voice thick.

Without any hesitation, she bends her pretty ass over the couch, folding in half, perfectly positioned for me. I groan at the sight, growing harder with each second my eyes are on her.

Shedding my jacket off, I quickly make work of my buttons, tugging my shirt off until it hits the ground.

Holly twists her head, letting out a whine. “I want to see you.”

My body grows hot, seeing my dream woman bent over, almost completely naked, whining for me with her gorgeous ass in the air.

“Don’t worry, baby,” I murmur, tugging my pants off until I’m buck-naked behind her. “You’ll feel me instead.”

Grabbing my cock, I give it a sharp stroke, sucking air into my nose when the pleasure curls up my spine. Fuck. My head is spinning. I want to do so many things to her, I can’t even think. Can’t breathe. Can’t function without feeling her right this second.

Without taking off her panties, I thrust my cock against her, earning a loud moan from her as I push my cock against the curve of her ass, unable to think as I dry fuck her.

“Mark,” she gasps. “Oh god.”

“You’re getting so wet for me, sweetheart,” I grunt, tugging her panties tighter so the material of her panties molds her pussy perfectly.

“You don’t want to take them off?” she asks, her panting breaths making me fuck against her harder, her panties getting wet from her arousal, coating my cock.

Fuck. I breathe in through my nose, fighting the urge to just plunge into her, wanting to take my time to feel her, every part of her.

“Not yet,” I reply gruffly.

Reaching for her, I grab her waist and flip her over, staring down at her gorgeous tits, pink pebbled nipples begging to be sucked, licked, teased.

Lifting her legs, I spread them open. My eyes zone in on the dark patch on her underwear, clinging to her pussy. A groan builds in my throat when I grip my cock and thrust it against her, sliding my cock between her folds, still covered by the underwear.

Precum spills out of my cock, dribbling out onto her panties, and I quickly rub my cock through it, using it as lube to thrust against her, feeling her wet and hot and so fucking needy with each soft moan leaving her lips.

Her noises are something made of my dreams, designed just for me, made to drive me to insanity. Hard breaths leave my lips, unable to keep the pleasure inside of me as I push my cock hard against her clit, her panties serving as a delicious, torturous barrier.

Her hips move, grinding uncontrollably against the length of my cock and I can’t fucking take it anymore. Sliding her panties to the side, I run my cock through her juices, feeling how fucking wet she is, and her eyes drop to where we’re connected, watching me tease her, please her, and rub her sweet little clit with the tip of my dick .

“Put it in me,” she begs so sweetly, so fucking addicting.

A zing of pleasure curls up in my balls at the sound of her begging me. Fuck . I pull away from her quickly, trying to regain some control. Can’t fucking look away, though. The sight of her completely disheveled for me, her panties pushed aside and her bare pussy on display, dripping wet makes me lose my goddamn mind.

Kneeling down, I grab her thighs with my hands, spreading them wider as I slowly trace the tip of my tongue over her pussy, unable to carry on without tasting her, without feeling her on my tongue.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet, baby,” I grunt, pressing featherlight kisses to her pussy. “So fucking sweet, I could just drink you up.”

“Please,” she pants, tipping her head back when I French kiss her clit, making love to her pussy with my mouth. “Fuck me, lick me, just make me come .”

I chuckle against her. “So demanding, sweetheart.” Spreading her pussy open, I groan at the sight of her pink, wet center and lick her, savoring the taste as I flick my tongue over her swollen clit.

“Mark,” she warns, bucking her hips.

I let out another laugh, done with teasing both her and myself, and press my lips against her thigh, kissing up until I reach the hem of her panties. Tugging them between my teeth, I pull them down her legs until they’re completely off.

“Yes,” she gasps when I lift onto my feet .

Wrapping one hand around my cock, I give it a slow stroke, bringing it to her entrance, and start to push in slowly.

“God, yes,” she moans when she swallows the first inch inside of her.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I murmur, my head feeling dizzy as fuck as I watch my cock tunnel into her. She throws her head back when she finally takes all of me, her tight pussy gripping my cock inside of her, coating it with her wetness.

Pulling out of her a few inches, I thrust into her, hard and demanding as I grip her waist in my hands, lifting her off the couch to fuck her onto my cock. Fuck. She looks so perfect right now, completely succumbing to the pleasure coursing through her as I take control of her body.

“You fit so well in my hands, sweetheart,” I murmur, my voice raspy as my own pleasure takes over me, curling up my spine every time I push into her tight heat.

Gripping her tighter, I lift her up, keeping my cock deep inside of her as I turn around and lean her against the dark wood bookshelf, placing her ass on the shelf as I pull out and push back in.

“Oh fuck,” Holly gasps, wrapping her arms around my neck as I fuck her, dropping her onto my cock, meeting every thrust. “I’m so close. I’m gonna—”

“Come, sweetheart,” I grunt, driving my cock deeper into her, feeling her muscles clenching tight around me. “I’ve got you.”

Her pussy flutters around me, making me groan. I fuck her harder, deeper, the bookshelf rattling with every thrust of my hips. Her moans get louder and louder until she tips her head back and closes her eyes, her nails clawing at my back, her body shaking as the orgasm crashes through her.

“That’s my girl,” I grunt with a smile, loving the sight of her falling apart in my arms. Her pussy continues to clench around me with every drive of my cock and it doesn’t take long until I’m right behind her, my balls getting tighter and heavier and… “ Oh fuck .”

Heavy grunts leave my lips as I spill inside her, thrusting lazily until I’m completely empty.

My chest rises and falls with every heavy breath leaving my lips, Holly’s breath matching mine and I place my forehead against hers, still deep inside her body, trying to keep the memory of this preserved, not wanting to let it go.

Fuck. I don’t ever remember sex being this good.

“You okay?” I ask her.

She nods, a soft noise leaving her. “So good.”

I chuckle, knowing exactly how she feels. Pressing a kiss to her lips, I pull my cock out of her and lower her to the ground.

“You ready to go on our date now?” I ask her, with an amused look on my face.

“Yeah,” she says with a sigh, attempting to smooth out her hair, which looks unruly. “You’ll need to wait until I get ready again, though.” Her eyes narrow. “It is your fault.”

My lips twitch. I guess it is. Don’t regret it, though. If I had the option, I’d do it again. And again, and again. I might have been in a rush before, but I was a fucking idiot. I’ve been waiting all my life for her. I can wait a few minutes more. “Take your time,” I tell her. “I’ll wait for however long you need.”

She smiles and leans on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around my neck as she kisses me deep and hard, smiling against my mouth.

When she pulls back, she has a soft, lazy smile on her face which makes my body grow hot. Fucking love making her smile. Love making her happy.

She starts to pick up her clothes, ready to head back to her bedroom, but before she can leave, I stop her.

“Holly.”

She glances at me over her shoulder, giving me a delicious view of her ass. “Hmm?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask, my brows knitting together. I’ve never been that rough with her before, I love taking her slowly, wanting to feel her, to look at her when we make love, but when I saw her in that dress, all I wanted to do was fuck her.

She flashes me a smirk and nods. “I’m sure,” she says, her eyes flicking to the length of my body, my cock twitching at her ogling. “You weren’t bad… for an old man.”

A growl leaves my lips as she chuckles and heads into her bedroom.

Can’t wait to get back here and make her take back those words.