Claimed by Cupid (Nick and Holly #2)(3)

“You sure you want to go out for dinner?” I ask him, letting my hands move to his back as I pull him flush against my body. He grunts and runs his fingers through his hair.

“Stop tempting me, little minx.” He takes my face in his hands and kisses me, forcing my mouth to open to his. “Now let’s get that toy inside of this pretty little pussy.”

With the last few words, one of his hands moves between my thighs and cups me. I’m already wet for him, for what I want him to do to me instead of taking me out to dinner. But the thought of playing in public intrigues me.

His fingers push past the fabric, and he grins as he finds me soaked for him. Running his fingertips up and around my clit, he forces a moan from my lips.

“Lie down for me, Holly,” he tells me, gently pushing me back toward the bed. He moves the outfit out of the way before I sit down and recline back. His hands run up my legs, squeezing and kneading my thighs as he goes. A small kernel of anxiety begins to bloom in my stomach. I’ve never done anything like this before.

“Relax, baby girl.” He softly kisses my bare stomach, and another wave of warmth spreads through me. I watch as he opens the box and takes out the bright pink toy.

“That is offensively pink.”

He laughs.

“It may be a bit uncomfortable going in, okay?” I look down at him and watch as he moves my panties to the side and runs the toy through my slit, wetting it with my arousal. It’s not huge, but I can see where it will be big enough to cause some resistance. “I’ll go slow, and I promise it’ll feel good after. Be a good girl, and maybe Daddy will reward you with an orgasm before we leave.”

He begins to push it inside of me, slowly, and I can already feel the stretch of it. He works it in and out of me in shallow thrusts, pushing it in a bit further each time.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he tells me, his breath hot on my flesh as he leans forward and licks an agonizingly slow trail around the toy and up to my clit, where he sucks it into his mouth. My hips arch off the bed, and the pressure of the toy builds to where it’s just shy of painful.

He takes my clit between his teeth and pushes the rest of the way as I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I feel the toy settle against my G-spot, and the full sensation is going to send me over the edge as his mouth continues its assault.

“Good girl, Holly,” he praises as he begins to move the toy inside of me in tandem with each pull of his mouth on my clit. Sparks of pleasure make my entire body twitch. “I knew my girl would like this,” he continues. “Just wait until I turn it on.”

I moan as he picks up speed, letting the pressure build and build until it finally explodes, rushing through me like lava. My legs shake around his shoulders, and I cry out loud enough that they may be able to hear it downstairs.

He licks around the toy, moving it with his tongue and making my entire body jump at the sensation, before sliding my panties back in place and kissing up my thigh. I bring my legs together and try to get used to the fullness inside of me.

“How do you feel, baby girl?” he asks me as he helps me up. My legs are a bit weak from the orgasm, and I still feel incredibly stretched from the toy. I can’t even imagine how tonight is going to go once he starts turning it on.

“Full,” I say with a breathy laugh. His is deep, and I feel it rumble through his chest as he picks up the dress and slips it over my body. It’s silk and so soft as it hugs around my curves. “Also a little worried that I’m going to freeze my ass off in this thing.”

“I got you a coat as well,” he tells me, a smirk forming across his lips. “Sit down.” I do, and he puts my shoes on me before changing into a new outfit himself. Dressed in all black, his grey hair and beard make him look every bit of the silver fox he is.

And when he looks at me and winks…my belly does about a million somersaults. I’m still shocked he wakes up every day and chooses me. As if he can sense my thoughts, he walks over to me and kisses my forehead.

“You look fucking gorgeous.” I smile up at him. “Now, let’s go have some fun.”





Holly’s fingers curl around my hand that keeps trying to inch up her bare thigh in the back of the taxi. I give her an innocent look when she narrows her eyes playfully at me.

“I think I’ll keep a mental count of how many times you act like a brat,” I whisper as I lean in to kiss her cheek.

“And why’s that?” she asks, tilting her head to the side, hoping I’ll drop my mouth to her neck. I tease her by going to her jaw first.

“For your punishment later,” I tell her, finally moving my mouth to her throat. She gasps when I take that soft flesh there into my mouth and bite. “I know how much you love it when I edge you over and over and over again.”

She groans, and I laugh as I give the sore spot on her neck a soft kiss.

“You don’t think me being edged by this toy the entire night…” She trails off as she leans over me, grabbing my jaw and gingerly kissing my lips. “You don’t think that’s enough of a punishment?”

“For your bratty mouth?” I ask her, grabbing her pouting lower lip with my teeth. “Never.” She rolls her eyes and moves back to her seat as the taxi comes to a stop in front of the restaurant. “That’s one.”