Page 99 of Holiday Hire

A loud whimper rolls out of me. I'm still sensitive from all the attention he gave me, and a new ache spurs to life.

He chuckles and puts his forearms next to my head. More cockiness flashes across his face, and butterflies attack my belly. His hot breath merges with mine. He continues teasing me, gliding slowly, then speeding up.

Adrenaline creeps into my cells. I close my eyes.

"Look at me, Pheebs," he demands, and returns to a slower pace.

I obey, my chest rising and falling faster. My lips tremble. Uncontrollable moans fly out of me, and I can't take my gaze off his until a slow wave of endorphins turns into a violent act, hitting me with an intense high that makes my eyes roll.

"There you go, baby girl," he praises, as if I've accomplished something at the magnitude of a historical level.

My fingertips dig into his shoulders. He doesn't let up, keeping me dizzy. I slide my fingers over his head and pull him toward me, meeting his tongue with desperate need.

"You're beautiful when you come," he mumbles against my lips.

I clasp my arms tighter around him, rolling my tongue deeper against his, inhaling the aphrodisiac of his scent.

He retreats from our kisses, puts both hands on my cheeks, and shifts his hips back. He pins his heated blues back on mine and slowly slides all the way inside me.

"Oh!" I cry out, catching my breath and seeing stars.

He groans, then slowly thrusts in and out, mumbling, "What are you doing to me, Pheebs?"

I shift my hips, effortlessly falling into rhythm with him, barely getting out, "Alexander..."

He strokes my cheek, then lowers his face, submerging me in an onslaught of passion I didn't know could exist.

I grip his ass cheek with one hand and his hair with my other, pushing him back toward me every time he thrusts away.

"Greedy girl, squeezing that pussy all over my stallion," he teases against my lips, then grabs my hand off his ass and pins it above my head. He taunts me further, sliding in and out even slower.

Tingles race down my spine, erupting in flames at my core. "Oh...my...oh..."

Alexander's gaze doesn't waver. He keeps his full attention on me, as if he's concentrating on something important. He thrusts several more times. The approval in his eyes grows with every uncontrollable sound that flies out of my mouth.

I lean up and flick my tongue over his lips. He purses them, not allowing me to kiss him.

He increases his pace and returns to studying me, stating in a low voice, "You're beautiful, Pheebs."

My heart soars. No one's ever made me feel so special or wanted. I don't recall ever enjoying sex like this either. I try to catch my breath, but I can't. A new orgasm rips through me, and my eyes roll back in my head.

Alexander grunts. "That's it, baby girl. Give your stallion everything you have."

"I am," I claim, my back arching, pushing me closer to him.

He groans, thrusting deeper.

I quiver harder, moaning louder. I try to reach for something, but he still has my wrist pinned.

He slides his fingers between mine. I squeeze hard, digging my nails into the back of his hand. He finally lowers his lips to mine.

Our kisses turn sloppy, our tongues frantic, our eyes locked on one another's in a trance. Every thrust he makes, I meet with more enthusiasm, desperate for every inch of his body.

Sweat erupts on our skin, merging together. The air turns thick with the scent of our arousal. The twinkling orange Thanksgiving lights and the radiant moon shine through the window, creating a soft glow around us.

"Alexander!" I cry out, a wave of heat and endorphins hitting me so hard I almost black out.

"Shh, let go. Your stallion has you," he murmurs in my ear, gripping my hip. He thrusts faster, moving me since I can't do anything besides shake and moan with vigorous euphoria.

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