Page 22 of A Christmas Auction

Within a moment, he had his hands under my ass and my body lifted in the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he was there,right there, filling me up. His mouth came down on mine at the exact moment he bottomed out within me.

He silenced my war cry with his mouth, our tongues tangling as he pounded me with his steely length.

I lost myself to the wildness of it all, animal sounds coming from both of us as we fucked one another with abandon. My nails sank into his shoulder blades with each powerful thrust. My cries filled the room as he swirled his hips, finding what he was looking for. And when he did, I screeched as the orgasm flooded my core. I bit down on where his shoulder and neck met while the pleasure ravaged me from top to toe.

He didn’t stop.

Before the peak was completely gone, I was pulled off his cock and placed on the bench seat in the corner of the shower. The minute my butt hit the tile, Bruno fell to his knees, the shower battering his back. He didn’t say a word when he spread my legs wide open and lifted both of them over his broad shoulders.

“What are you… How are you…” I lost my ability to create a fully formed sentence.

“I need to taste you,” he growled and tilted my ass, covering my sex with his mouth.

“Oh my God!” I cried out as his tongue plunged inside, slicking along my over sensitized channel as if he intended to soak up every drop of my release. My head slammed back, and my fingers tunneled into his thick hair as he feasted.

He went down on me as though it was his job, his purpose in life. And when he fluttered that masterful tongue against my clit until I was panting, my thigh muscles quaking, I arched into him, riding the waves of my second climax. He finished by sucking on my clit so hard I saw stars.

I’d never been fucked so hard or so fully in my life.

And he still wasn’t done.

After my second orgasm, he lifted my boneless form up into the air, shut off the water and walked us dripping wet into hisroom. There, he placed me on the bed, flipped me over, and hiked me up onto my hands and knees.

“Hold the position, Holly,” he barked, gripping my hips like he owned them. And even with my limbs feeling like nothing but jelly, I did exactly as he ordered, and curled my fingers into the bedding to hold on, because in the span of thirty minutes, I’d become a glutton for anything he wanted to do to me.

He gripped one ass cheek, as he curved his body over mine.

“I’m going to fuck you hard now, Holly. Are you ready, baby?”

“Bruno, please,” I begged and wiggled my body with lewd intent.

He chuckled and ran his hand down my spine then palmed both my ass cheeks.

“Your body is a playground,” he cooed, his lips kissing the fleshy bits of my butt as he hummed. “So much to play with,” he murmured against my skin before spreading my ass cheeks and flicking his tongue against the forbidden hole no man had ever touched.

I gasped and curled inward, and he chuckled.

“I see you’re sensitive.” He ran his thumb lightly over the puckered flesh teasingly. “Has anyone ever fucked you here?” He dipped his thumb inside just the tiniest bit.

I whimpered at the strange but not unpleasant intrusion, then shook my head.

“Another time perhaps,” he said with a sharp smack of my ass.

“Bruno!” I jolted as the skin sizzled at the quick burst of pain that quickly morphed into simmering, warm heat. I let my forehead fall to the mattress. “Please, please, please,” I begged rather incoherently.

“Brace, Holly,” was the only warning I got.

Then he was there, up on his knees, one hand curled around my shoulder for leverage, the other on my hip as he plowed inside in a deep thrust.

“Yesssssss!” I cried out.

Bruno was a man of his word as he fucked me hard. When I was almost at a third orgasm, he hefted me off my hands and up. “Oh no you don’t. You’re coming when I say you can come, you hear me?”

“Oh my god, Bruno, Bruno, Bruno,” I chanted as he plastered my back to his front, his cock pounding up into me from behind as he used one hand to finger my clit and the other to pluck my nipple.

“I can’t hold off, I can’t,” I shouted, while the walls of my sex clamped down around his brutal thrusts.

“Youcan. Youwill,” he commanded.

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