Page 72 of Filthy Rich Santas

I straighten up, sliding my hands around to her ass, and lift her up against me.

“Ryder!” She laughs, clutching me while also trying to squirm out of my arms. “Wait! Stop. I’m too heavy!”

“Liar,” I murmur, kneading her soft curves. “You’re not too heavy at all. Want me to prove it?”

She blushes again but wraps her legs around me, her warm pussy cradling my cock with only the thin material of the boxers I pulled on to sleep in between us.

“I want you to, um, to do anything you want.”

“Good girl,” I praise her, indulging in one of my other kinks as I set her on the counter. “That’s what you are, aren’t you? A dirty, perfect little thing, just waiting for someone to show you how filthy you can be. Now spread your legs.”

She does, and I kiss her again, my cock nudging between her legs.

“Green?” I murmur, swallowing her moan. “Do you want my cock inside you, love?”

“Yes. Green.Please.”

“I can’t fucking wait to get inside you,” I growl, teasing us both by sliding my shaft through her slick folds. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

I start to step back and she grabs on to me. “Where are you going?”

“Just gonna grab a condom.”

“No!” She wraps her legs around my hips, using them to urge me closer. “I, um, do we have to? I don’t… I don’t want to use one.”

Fuck. My cock is already wet with her arousal, and the feel of it sliding against her soft inner thighs has me groaning.

Lana bites her lip. “After Wade, I got tested. Negative for everything, and I’m on birth control, so…”

My balls draw up tight, heat racing down my spine and swelling my cock until it aches.

“Fuck,” I mutter, tightening my grip on her ass and resting my forehead against hers as I try to calm it down.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, looking embarrassed. “Of course we can use one. I don’t know what I was thinking, I—mmph.”

I shut her up with a kiss, devouring her as I fight for and finally regain control.

“Yeah,” I rasp, resting my fingers over her plump lips when they open again. “We can do that. I get tested regularly, love. Is that what you really want? You want me to fuck you raw? Fill you with my cum? Use your hot pussy to sheathe my cock, and take you bare?”

I’m a serial dater, but I’m smart about it. I’ve never gone without a condom, not for anyone. I’ve never even considered it.

But with Lana?

Fuckyes.

It’s not even a question. I need to feel her, skin-to-skin, more than I need air.

Her breath starts coming hard and fast, and she makes another one of those sexy sounds that make me feel like a fucking caveman. Then she nods. “Please. Fuck me, Ryder. Take whatever you want.”

I don’t know whether I’m more stunned that she’s asking for this, or that, despite having all but perfected the art of not getting close to women, at every point when I would normally push her away and keep my distance, all I want to do is bring her closer.

But then again, this is Lana. Everything is different with her.

Iwanteverything to be different with her.

And until we get to New Hampshire, it can be.

“Lie back on the counter, love.”

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