Claimed by Cupid (Nick and Holly #2)(9)

I lean back over her and take one in my mouth, rolling it between my teeth before moving to the other one. She whimpers and runs her fingers through my hair, holding my mouth to each breast.

“I could stay here all day,” I tell her, kissing up to her collarbone and then her neck before finally grabbing her mouth. Her mascara has run down her cheeks a bit from her punishment, and her lipstick is smeared, but I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life. “But I think you’ve earned my cock now, don’t you?”

“Fuck, please,” she begs, her hips moving to try and line herself up with my dick. It slips and moves easily with how wet she is. I reach between us and line us up, slipping the head just far enough in that she can feel it.

“Look at me when I fuck you,” I tell her, grabbing her jaw and forcing her eyes to meet mine. “I want to see every little reaction to my cock filling you up. You give over every part of yourself to me when I am inside of you. Do you understand?”

Her eyes take me in while her hips move to try and take my cock further inside of her. But I keep myself far enough away that she can’t get what she wants. Her lip pokes out as she pouts and sighs. Such a needy little thing, my Holly is. So fucking perfect for me in every way.

“Yes, Daddy,” she finally answers when she realizes she isn’t getting what she wants until she does.

“Good girl.”





He pushes his entire length inside of me with one forceful thrust. My mouth drops open, and my breath leaves me completely. But I never take my eyes from his as he stretches and fills me with every excruciating inch.

It’s always like this, wildly intimate even with all of the punishments and play we throw in. All of that is surface-level, but when he fucks me, he makes sure he sees that it’s him and not the character he’s playing. And he wants to make sure he sees me and not the role I’m putting on. It’s us and only us.

He begins to move inside of me with short thrusts. He’s completely bottomed out inside of me, thrusting against the same sensitive spot every time and his pelvis grinding against my clit as he moves.

“Nick,” I whisper.

“You like that, baby? You like my cock deep inside your tight little pussy? Filling you up? Hitting that perfect spot?”

I reach up and grab his mouth with my own, and our tongues fight for dominance. One of his arms snakes around and under my hips, lifting me up to a new angle where he can get even deeper. I moan into his mouth, and he swallows it greedily as he keeps up the same powerful but short thrusts.

“Give it to me, Holly,” he says against my mouth. “Come around your Daddy’s cock, baby girl.”

I hear myself list off a string of obscenities as the orgasm builds and then washes through me, causing my toes to curl and my nails to rake down his back. He hisses at the sting and stills as my pussy grips and pulses around him.

“Fuck,” he says with a soft laugh. “I almost came.” He kisses me again as I twitch around him.

We both decide to roll over at the same time, and I straddle him as his hands dig into my hips. My ass is throbbing from the punishment I took earlier, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on even more. And I know we both like looking at my body marked and claimed by him just as much as I like seeing scratches down his back and chest from my nails.

I crawl off him, turning around so that he can watch my red and bruised ass as I ride him. Bracing myself on his thighs, I lower myself back down onto him, slowly taking in each thick inch.

“Fuck, Holly,” he groans, gently grabbing my beaten flesh. That spark of pain goes right to my clit, spreading warmth through my body. “You are so fucking perfect for me.”

I begin to move on top of him, riding him until my thighs burn and sweat beads on my skin from the effort. He fucks me from beneath, and I try to match each thrust, but he’s a man possessed. He takes full control, his fingers digging into my skin as he chases his orgasm.

“Come for me, Daddy,” I beg him. “I want to feel you fill me up, please. Please, Daddy. Come for me.” I palm his balls, rolling them gently as his pleasure builds.

“Oh, fuck, baby girl.” His hips lose all rhythm as his orgasm takes over. I love the feeling of him coming inside of me, and I slowly grind on top of him as he comes down, riding the final waves of his release.

“Oh, my God,” he says, his hands gripping on my schoolgirl skirt as he pulls himself into a sitting position. I almost slip off, but he keeps me angled so that he stays inside of me. The new spot he’s hitting makes me twitch with pleasure around him, and I feel his laughter vibrate through his chest.

His hand skates down my belly and finds where we are joined. He uses his fingers to collect his cum that’s slowly leaking out of me and brings it to my clit, circling it with soft and slow circles.

“You only came on my cock once,” he says, his voice rough from sex. “That’s unacceptable. I want one more.”

While his fingers play with my clit, the other hand goes to my nipples, twisting them until it’s almost painful. My hips move in small circles, trying to get more friction from his fingers. I’m already incredibly close just from the feeling of him coming inside of me a few minutes ago, so I know this isn’t going to take me long, but I need more friction.

“Stop teasing me!” I grind out as I try to get him to touch more of me. Laughter rumbles through his chest against my back, and I groan.