Page 32 of Silver Hills' Christmas Miracle

I didn’t have a plan. I just acted.

I threw myself forward, grabbed the lapels of his jacket, and dragged Rook down into a biting kiss. I was expecting him to push me away, to lecture me about how we couldn’t do this here and now. None of those things happened.

He cupped my face and kissed me deeply, then used that grip to spin us around and shove me up against the wall. Heat rushed through me, exploding through my abdomen and warming even my fingers and toes. His tongue shoved into my mouth, and suddenly, I understood.

I didn’t need to talk.

I needed to fuck.

Somehow, Rook knew this and was already on the same thought train as me. I pushed his jacket from his shoulders as we kissed messily, trading bites and tongue licks in between deep presses of our mouths. As he ripped my blouse open, sending buttons scattering into the four corners of my room, I repaid the favor. He groped my breasts, thrust his tongue deep intomy mouth, and I tore his shirt wide open to gain access to his gorgeous, muscular chest.

I didn’t want to be treated gently. I had so much anger to work out, and I let Rook know this by how hard I bit his lower lip. He darted back with a gasp, looked me in the eye for a second, then he grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me away from the wall.

We spun together, kissing repeatedly until we were near the bed where he then threw me down with a firm shove. I landed on my stomach and bounced, then braced both my hands on the mattress to roll over.

Rook was on top of me before I could. When I tried to push up, he placed his hand back on the nape of my neck and shoved me back down. His other hand dragged up the back of my bare thigh, pushing my skirt up to my waist with his wrist.

“Fuck,” I gasped, and my own hot breath washed back over my face from where Rook kept my face down on the bed. Elastic snapped sharply against my skin as he pulled at my panties, drawing the fabric away from my skin until the pull was too far and then letting it snap back at my skin.

I jolted at the sting, yelping in the back of my throat. My heart was hammering, and I gripped the sheets with both hands as my core tightened in one firm pull.

I heard the soft sound of a zipper and the heat of Rook’s body was gone from over me, only to return a few seconds later with the delicious press of his gorgeous cock. Firm, aching hardness pressed right against my pussy, but rather than pushing inside where I wanted him, he stroked his crown through my pussy in lazy strokes.

“Rook!” I gasped, trying to lift my head. The moment I did, he shoved me back down onto the bed, and as I opened my mouth to insist once more, Rook entered me in one swift thrust.

The stretch of his cock to my core made every nerve inside me light up in excitement. Inch by perfect inch, he entered me until his hips were snug against the swell of my ass, then he draped himself over me and kissed the side of my neck.

“You were about to tell me what to do, weren’t you?” Rook murmured in my ear. His lips traveled along the shell of my ear to my hairline, where he deeply breathed me in.

“Maybe,” I whimpered, clamping my muscles down around him. “What if I did?”

“I won’t fuck you if you order me around,” he growled.

“Thought you liked it,” I gasped, rolling my head to the side.

Rook kissed along my hairline to my forehead, then swept down to claim my lips in a deep, open-mouthed kiss.

And then he started to fuck me. He didn’t stop kissing me, either.

His thrusts went from zero to a hundred, and he immediately set up a hard and fast pace that slapped our thighs together and shunted me up into the bed with each slam of his hips. I squealed and moaned, with each noise being swallowed by his own mouth as we kissed like he was keeping them secret. I tore at the bedsheets, adrift in the sudden onslaught of pleasure and unable to do anything but ride it out.

It was hot and sweaty. Clothes pulled awkwardly, my panties dug into my hip, and the bedsheets were too hot against my face. Breathing was tight with Rook’s weight on top of me, and he held me down in a way that raised my temperature to boiling.

It was perfect.

The sexy heat burned away the anger. The frantic fucking fed my adrenaline. And all the knots of nerves and anxiety in my gut faded away to be replaced by the tightening ripple of eager core muscles.

He fucked me relentlessly, never stopping and never losing pace. Holding back on my orgasm was impossible, and I didn’teven have the voice to warn him. Rook kept on fucking me like a man possessed, even as my pleasure swelled and peaked.

I cried out against his lips and came with a grunt. My entire body shuddered and trembled, and still, he kept fucking me hard and fast. Pulse after pulse of pleasure swept through me, and I quickly fell onto the other side of oversensitivity.

He fucked me wildly right up until he spilled his cum inside me and brought us to a breathless, twitching end.

Fuck.

It was amazing.

And it made one thing clear in my post-orgasm-addled mind.

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