Page 20 of Silent Night

Eventually, he stops stroking my back to pet my clit instead. Nothing intense; just lazy slow touches that cause my legs to shake, my head to drop onto my arms. It’s a contradiction to how full my core feels and the slight burn accompanying it.

“My…fucking…god.”

His thrusts slowly pick up their pace, the sounds getting wetter—more erotic. I’m mindless in my drive to come like this. To respond to his praises.

A full body shiver wracks me with my next orgasm.

NINE

SAINT

I’ve given up pretending.Pretending that she’s not crack for me. That she’s more addicting than the gooey Christmas cookies often baked in kitchens like the one down the hall. Eaten in sitting rooms like this one, around a tall, extravagant tree like this one.

Why should I deny myself with what I’ll soon be losing?

She’s not mine. Never will be. I know that, but I’ll be damned if that disgusting stepbrother of hers thinks she’ll be his.

I pull my fingers from her drenched pussy, taking my time in savouring each one before wrapping the same hand around my cock. It’s rock hard with desire and annoyance that I didn’t do this last night. I should have, could have experienced her multiple times already instead of only the one time I’m about to.

I drag my cock back and forth over her core. Her needy whimpers imprint onto my soul, her hips trying to chase my movements to push me inside her.

“I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to leave after this.” A statement made more for her than me. “You ready?”

She flips her hair over her shoulder to face me, nodding. Desire drips from her expression and I anticipate meeting her every need. Keeping hergaze locked to mine, I push inside her. With every inch gained, her eyes roll further into the back of her head until she’s no longer able to keep looking my way. Her breathing grows staggered and her head hangs low, fingers pressing into the hardwood floor by her head.

“Fuck, you take me so good, sweet girl. Your cunt knows exactly what it wants.”

She says nothing, but her low moan tells me she’s heard me.

I keep going until I’m fully seated inside her, hissing as her tight pussy clamps around my cock, making everything else fade away. She’s so tight, it won’t be long.

Her head lifts up, her arms shaking as rapture overcomes her. “Fuck—Saint. You’re—” She breaks off, her back tensing.

Gently, I move, stroking my hands down her spine in a calming manner. “You okay?”

“Yes,” she hisses. “You’re just—fuckingthick. I knew that…obviously. But this is—different.”

I roll my hips into her, and she gasps. I grab her ass with one hand, holding her hip with the other as I move, relentless in chasing both our orgasms. Her back arches, seeking the perfect angle, so of course, I want to help. I fist her hair, wrapping the strands around my fist, and wrench her head back, arching her back and making her core tighten.

“You look so damn pretty on your knees for the common thief. You’ve no idea what you’ve done.”

You ruined me. How can I hate on people’s greediness when you’ve made me greedier than anyone?

“What have I…” Her question trails off as a moan takes her.

I slam my hips into her again, using her hair to pull her back onto my cock. In and out, my hips and grip working in tandem, playing her body for my own needs. For my greediness.

“You’ve given me a taste, sweet girl. How does one eat anything else after tasting something so divine?”

And my god, sheisdivine.If I don’t break her by the end of this, Ihaveto taste her one more time.

“They don’t,” she whispers, and I pretend not to have heard her. It’s a daring offer from a girl as good-natured and innocent as she is. Her last day in town is in two days, and once she wakes in her own bed on the twenty-eighth, she’ll understand that me leaving was my gift to her and why it was the best thing I could have ever done.

“God, you feel so fucking right.” I thrust into her, keeping my movements paced and dragging out the pleasure. I feel every inch of her as I move in and out. Every little nerve jumping in response. “I like you like this. On your knees, your face lit up by the tree’s lights. I get what people now mean when they talk about Christmas cheer.”

“Saint—harder.”

Harder? She wantsharder. For fuck’s sake, she’s going to kill me.

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