Page 24 of A Christmas Auction

A Holiday Bang

BRUNO

I woke to a heavy weight sprawled across my chest. My training kicked into high gear as I took a moment to assess the situation, while pretending to be asleep.

The scent of sex, whiskey, and the subtle hint of lavender paired with pine trees filled my nose. Visions of the hours I’d spent fucking Holly last night cascaded through my mind in lavish, fluid technicolor. I lifted my hand and found Holly’s lower back, and then her bare bottom. I smiled without even trying as I opened my eyes, allowing them to adjust to the slip of daylight peeking through the space in the curtains. Her glorious hair was fanned across my chest and fell like golden waterfalls over the sides of my ribs. Little puffs of air spilled from her lips as she exhaled, still asleep.

She was so damn beautiful. Strikingly so.

But none of that shocked me. What was blowing my mind, and making my toes curl and my balls ache, was what was happening down under.

I was hard.

Painfully so.

And I was stillinsideher.

The insatiable fucking got so out of hand last night, we both fell asleep with my dick still in her.

I grinned at the insanity of that thought. It sure as hell had never happened to me before. I couldn’t even remember the lasttime I’d slept next to a woman the entire night let alone fallen completely asleep while still connected physically. Usually, sex was a pleasurable transaction with a woman I met while in a strange city on a job. A hookup for lack of a better term.

Holly, on the other hand, was no hookup. Technically, she was a client, or more accurately, contracted to a client. Did that make it better or worse? Fuck if I knew. The only thing I did know, right in that moment, was that she was the best sex of my life. And I’ve had a lot of sex. In my line of business, personal connection and physical touch don’t often come together. With Holly, everything was different. Better.

My carnal, nearly animalistic side came out in full force last night. Moreover, so did hers. That woman was no prey. She participated in the hunt for pleasure just as avidly as I did. The two of us feeding off one another. And to hell with stopping that train once it left the station. I was ravenous in my pursuit of every moan, groan, and cry for God. By the end of the night, I wasn’t sure if I was God, Bruno, or just Oh. All I knew was that I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to, either. Every time I looked into her eyes, kissed her lips, tasted that sweet nectar between her thighs, or so much as spied a new freckle I hadn’t noticed previously, my dick went hard.

It was absolutely unheard-of behavior for me. Picture snaps of different things we experienced last night claimed my mind like a sexy movie reel.

Holly laughed. My dick went hard.

Holly sighed. My dick went hard.

Holly begged for more. My dick went hard.

Hollybreathed…my dick went hard.

Before I knew what was happening, my hips were pistoning up as I pressed Holly’s ass down, piercing her as deeply as possible in one go. She woke on a throaty moan, her body working along with mine as I fucked her fully awake. She curvedher spine forward, squeezed her thighs, and clamped those wicked tight muscles around my length in a vise grip, unlike any other.

With both of her hands pressed on each side of my body she pushed her upper half up, and arched her body back, her tits bouncing into place, nipples erect and pointed to the sky.

“God what a wake-up call,” she breathed, her hands leisurely flowing into her hair and holding it up messily as she rode my cock with greater purpose. I gripped her hips and pumped up every time she came down.

“Fuck yes!” she swore, picking up her pace, her tits bouncing enticingly.

“Get there, Holly,” I gritted through clenched teeth, then glided a thumb over her wet bundle of nerves and spun circles around it.

I watched with lurid fascination as my cock split and stretched those pretty pink lower lips wide, our combined arousal from last night and today coating her path in a vulgar graphic display that I’d be fantasizing about for months, if not years. The slippery wet, squelching sounds our bodies made with each upward drive had me out of my mind with lust.

“You. Are. So. Damn. Hot. I never want to stop fucking you!” I roared, using my abdominal muscles to spear up as she bore down. The moment her soft blonde curls crashed to meet my dark ones, her body clamped around the base of my cock, and I lost it.

Together we fell over the ledge straight into an ocean of endless pleasure.

For at least ten minutes, we lay there silently, her once again sprawled across my chest, both content to live within our own thoughts as we came down from the high. Once I felt I had my libido in check, I cupped her bottom, giving her a little jiggle.

“You dead?” I asked.

“Yep,” she popped out a puff of air as she enunciated the ‘p’ in the word.

I glanced over at the wall clock across from the bed. “You have to be in the beauty chair by ten a.m.”

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