Page 16 of Santa's Baby

He wraps me in his arms, his body heavy and protective as we slip into a perfect rhythm. He knows just how to cradle me so his cock rubs against the right spots, lighting me up inside. He knows how long to hold himself inside me until that overwhelming feeling subsides and gives way to the deepest, most unimaginable pleasure.

I thought I knew what it would be like.

I thought I knew what I wanted.

Those girlish fantasies pale compared to being Ford’s lover. I couldn’t have guessed at the wild edge to it, this desperate flutter inside. Theif he doesn’t fuck me harder, I might die of needkind of edge.

“More,” I plead.

He gives me more.

“Harder,” I beg, and he gives me that, too.

Everything I vocalize between panting, gasping sounds, he gives me—and more.

“You feel incredible,” he whispers against my mouth before kissing me and fucking my mouth with his tongue like his cock fucks my pussy. He rides me like I’m exactly the dirty girl I want to be for him.

He sees me and wants me, just as I am.

I wrap my arms and legs around him, clinging to him as I climb closer to release. “Who am I?”

He huffs a laugh as he plants one hand beside my head and scoops his other arm around my waist, locking us together. I’m a rag doll to him, little and pliant. “You’re mine.”

“Your what?”

Inside, I feel his cock swelling, getting bigger. Stretching me from the inside out. “My little one.”

“Your little one,” I breathe back, starting to float. I feel tight inside, on the cusp. “Your. . .”

“My baby.” He groans, his next thrust rough. “God, I want to fill you up.”

A fresh wave of heat slams into me, imagining his come deep inside me, then spilling out. I cry out, clenching around him, and he fucks me through it, pounding me into the bed now, rough and wild.

As soon as I collapse, he pulls out with a grunt and slides his erection against my wetness. The head bumps against my clit and pushes through my folds as he spurts his release on top of my mound and up my belly.

I reach for it, sliding my fingers through the warm evidence that I undid him completely. “I thought you were going to finish inside me.”

He’s breathing hard as he kisses me. “Almost did.”

“Would I have felt it? There’s so much. . .”

He makes a wounded sound. “Yeah, baby. You’d have felt it.”

“Will you do that soon?”

He bites my lip instead of answering, then climbs off the bed. “Don’t move.”

“Where would I go?” I call after him as he disappears into the hallway. “I’m covered in your come.”

He laughs and reappears in the doorway with a towel. “I’m very aware.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” I tell him as he wipes off my skin.

He’s careful and thorough, his gaze lingering on the swollen and sore flesh between my legs. “What question was that? I got distracted by how pretty you are.”

I blush. “You like looking at me there?”

“I sure do.” His fingers replace the towel. “I wasn’t too rough, was I? You still look so little and soft.”

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