Claimed by Cupid (Nick and Holly #2)(13)



When I first met him, I really thought it would be a fun fling for a couple of weeks. I never imagined I would grow this close to him this quickly. There are times when I look at him and wonder where he’s been all my life, and how shitty it would’ve been to stay with my ex and miss out completely on this man.

My mind drifts to meeting his kids, and my stomach does some nervous flips. I want to meet his kids, I really do. But no matter how many times he assures me that they’re adults and that they’ll need to understand what we have going on between us, they’re still his kids. I can’t imagine what it would’ve felt like at eighteen or twenty to see my dad with someone so close to my own age.

And I want them to like me. I want them to like me because I’m desperate for this relationship with him to work. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t daydream what it would be like to be with him for the long term, maybe get married if that’s something he would want to do.

The thought stops me in my tracks. Married. Would he even want to after being married and divorced? I’ve been so concerned with taking this relationship slowly, I haven’t even thought about bringing up those topics. But I’ve always wanted a marriage.

I don’t really care about the wedding itself. I don’t need an expensive wedding with a big white dress and hundreds of people I don’t even care about. But I do want a marriage. I do want to spend the rest of my life loving someone and being loved in return.

“You’re thinking very loudly.” I almost jump out of my skin as his words come out in a mumble against my skin.

“Jesus, Nicholas! I thought you were asleep!”

“I was until your thinking woke me up.” His laughter vibrates through his chest and into my bones, filling me with warmth. I could listen to him laugh all day; it’s the absolute sexiest sound. Well, behind the way I make him moan with his cock in my mouth.

“Talk to me,” he says, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Do you want to get married?” I ask him before my brain can catch up with my thoughts and stop me. “I mean, would you be up for getting married again?”

“Of course I would. That’s what’s keeping you up right now?”

I roll over and brush my fingers through his hair, trying to look in his eyes through the darkness.

“I didn’t know if going through a divorce…if that would change things for you. Change your mind on marriage.” His hands run down my back as I talk to him, comforting me as I spill out my thoughts to him.

“Things with us ended amicably. And it didn’t make me a bitter man. Sometimes things just don’t work out, and that’s okay. But I would love to marry you one day, Holly.”

He kisses me, and I can’t help the giddy feeling that spreads through my body. He would marry me one day. He would marry me.

“Now stop worrying and go to sleep. This old man needs his beauty rest.”

I laugh and roll back over, letting him snuggle me against his chest. I listen to his breathing even out, letting myself relax and drift off with him.





I wake up in the morning to her mouth wrapped around my aching dick. I throw the covers back and watch as it completely disappears into her mouth and throat. She swallows and hums, and that vibration goes straight to my balls.

“Good morning,” she says, coming up for air as I gather all of her messy blonde hair into my hands.

“Great morning,” I respond as she takes me again into the back of her throat.

She bobs up and down as she sucks and swirls her tongue around the head of my dick, making me pull tightly on her hair as she moans against the pain. I reach over into the drawer of my side table and blindly search for the little toy. Once my hand finally lands on it, I pull her off me and manhandle her body until she has spun completely around, leaving her almost sitting on my face while she takes me back in her mouth.

I lick her long and slow, savoring the taste of her before clicking on the little rose and gently pressing it against her clit. She yelps at the new sensation, and it feels phenomenal on my dick. She doubles down her efforts as I slip a finger into her wet heat as the little rose toy sucks on her clit.

“Fuck,” she says, coming up for air and then immediately diving back down, taking my entire length down into her throat.

“Swallow me like that,” I tell her, and she does, swallowing as she gags and keeps me there. I can feel her drool pooling at the base of my shaft, and it’s all I can do to not buck up into her face.

“Yes, baby girl. Just like that. Daddy is going to come.”

She moans and adds her hand, jerking me at the same time. Pleasure soars down my spine, and I pick up the pace on her as well, adding a finger and curling with each stroke inside of her. My balls tingle, and my abs go taut as the orgasm sneaks up on me.

“Holly, I—” I can’t even get it out before I’m spilling into her mouth. She sees me through it, swallowing every drop I give her. And once she’s finished, she begins to push back on my fingers, fucking herself to orgasm. I click the button and turn the power of the rose up a notch, causing her to cry out and dig her nails into my thighs.

“Fuck!” she screams, her pussy clenching my fingers as she comes. I continue to pulse on her G-spot, wanting to see her squirt for me. “Nick, I can’t, I can’t,” she chants as I continue to move inside of her. I know she’s overstimulated, trying to move away from the toy, but I don’t let her. I follow every move she makes until she’s coming again, soaking my fingers.

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