Chapter 4

Chapter Four

LUCY

I s he really adjusting himself right in front of me? Why am I surprised? That pales in comparison to the photos he had me send him. Still, it was hard to imagine him using them to get off. I mean, why else would he want them, but I can’t picture it. He’s him, and I’m well, me.

I’m trying to steer the conversation away from his cock that’s showing through his slacks. The impressive size of it is making that almost impossible. How freaking big is that thing? Okay, stop staring at it, Luce!

"You're blackmailing me. Of course I googled you." I mean, who wouldn’t try to look into someone they are sending dirty pics to?

"‘Blackmail’ is such a dirty word."

He did not just say that. "That's rich coming from you! ‘Send me a picture with your legs spread. Now with no panties. Now one with your lips spread open. Show me that pretty, needy pussy.’" I mimic the words he texted me. "Oh, my god." I cover my mouth with my hands. Did I really just say all that? My cheeks flame with embarrassment, but I’m so mad I don’t even care.

Hollis cocks his head to the side, and a smirk pulls at his lips. It makes him look even handsomer.

“I like how the word ‘pussy’ rolls off your tongue.” He moves in front of me and pulls my hands away from my face. “And I like how pink your cheeks get when you say it.”

“I can’t believe I said that.”

“I can.” He leans down, and I don’t make a move to get away. Instead, I stare at his mouth, wondering if he’s going to kiss me. “You’ve got a dirty side, love. I like when my girl comes out to play. But only with me.”

Hollis somehow found me on Anomio. I’m not sure how that’s possible, but according to the Internet, he’s a tech genius. I know nothing about technology other than how to use it. If it malfunctions or breaks, I'm screwed.

“Your girl?” Why did I ask that? It came out whiny with a side of needy. Flashbacks of Mitch come to mind.

“You’re my girl,” he repeats, sounding even more possessive. "You know that, don't you, Lucy? You're all mine." I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't wondered what it would be like to be his. Hollis leans in even closer. His lips are almost touching mine. "I don't fucking share, love. Not when it comes to you ."

Then his mouth is on mine, and he’s kissing me like he can’t control himself. His hold on me is rough and demanding as he lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around him, my fingers digging into his shoulders. The man is nothing but hard muscle under my grip.

I let out a moan, and when my lips part, his hold tightens. He moves my sex against his hard cock at the same time he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. When it comes to me, he seems to take all that he can get.

My back hits a wall, making me gasp, but Hollis deepens the kiss. He grinds himself against me, and I can sense the pent-up frustration and need coming from him. It’s intoxicating and makes me feel sexy. It’s like he puts me under his spell, and all I can do is obey.

“Fuck, you taste good, like cookies and cream.” His mouth moves down my neck. “I need you to give me more.” It's not a question, but it never is with him. It should infuriate me, but all it does is make me want him.

“We can’t.” I shake my head, and Hollis looks at me, a smug smile pulling at his lips. I watch as a shift in him takes place right before my eyes.

“Is that how you want to play this, love?” He leans in again and kisses my neck.

“What? Oh god.” I suck in a breath when he drags his teeth along my neck. “Play?”

“I know you,” he says, and I close my eyes, thinking about all the things I revealed online and wondering how much he has seen. I'm betting almost all of it. Hollis isn’t a man to do anything halfway. I understood that from the second I met him. “I want to eat your pussy. How much?”

“What?”

“Come on, baby; let Daddy have a taste of your cunt. You know I need it.” He steps back but keeps a hand on my hip so that I’m pinned to the wall. “You’ll be good for Daddy and let me have it. Then I’ll take you shopping.” Hollis’s fingers go to the button on my pants. He flicks it open and slips his hand right into my panties, cupping my sex. I’m soaked.

“It’s not right,” I whisper, but his eyes show hunger, and I know he’ll get what he wants.

“Whatever I say is right.” His finger slides through the folds of my dripping sex. There’s no hiding what he’s doing to my body. “Now be a good girl and take the offer, or I’ll just do it anyway.”

“Yes.” My hips buck when his finger presses firmly against my clit. He doesn’t move, but it throbs under his touch. The ache is almost unbearable.

“You’re so good to me, love.” He presses his mouth to mine in a soft, sweet kiss before he yanks my pants down, taking my panties with them.

As soon as I step out of them, he tosses them away, and I stand before him bare in a way I never have been for anyone else. Not in person, at least. He’s seen it in pictures, but now he has a front-row seat.

He parts the folds of my sex, holding them open for him to stare at. “What are you doing?” I say shyly, wondering what’s happening. My hand goes to cover myself, but he bats it away. The low growl that comes from him makes my nipples tighten.

“I’m inspecting my good little girl to make sure she’s been exactly that.”

“Oh my god.” I drop my head back.

His words are killing me in the dirtiest and sweetest way. This man knows all my filthy thoughts, and he’s playing to each and every one of them.