Page 111 of Christmas Criminal

He nods quickly, his breathing going ragged the longer I pump him. "Anythingyou want."

I lean forward, leaving a delicate kiss and a quick nip to the underside of his jaw. "I want you, Saint Nick."

I lift up, running his dick along my entrance and coating it with me before sinking down onto him, taking him fully. I moan as he thumbs my nipple, as he grabs the back of my neck and tugs me in for a rough kiss, his tongue winding into my mouth and tangling with mine.

I move my hips slowly, adjusting to the width of him inside me. He urges me faster, and I build us up to an indulgent rhythm that has his muscles fluttering underneath my touch, his hips bucking up into mine.

"Fuck, Noelle," he murmurs, his face tipping up to the ceiling as the tension pools in my abdomen.

My nails dig into the skin of his shoulders as my orgasm builds.

And as my movements become jerky, my orgasm reaching its tipping point and sending me over the edge, he pinches my nipple lightly, his groan reverberating throughout his entire body.

"Yes," he says, his voice a low grumble. I cry out as the pressure releases, and he holds me tight, pressing my cheek against his chest and brushing his lips across my ear. "I love the way your pussy flutters around my cock when you come."

"Oh god," I mumble, the last wave flowing through me and leaving me breathless.

"Mm," he says, slapping my ass. "You good, Noelle?"

I nod into his shoulder.

His hips move against me, anxious for his release. "Are you ready to hang onto the headboard for your damn life?" I nod exuberantly as he slaps my ass again. "Get up. Turn around."

With shaky legs, I do as he says, gripping the headboard with white knuckles and sticking my ass out for him.

He groans, running a thumb through my center and sending a quick shiver down my spine. It trails along the crease of my ass and pulls at my skin, spreading me for him. "Most beautiful pussy I've seen in my life," he says with another sharp slap to my ass that has me crying out.

He removes his ice pack, dropping it onto the bed next to us.

"Is that a good idea?" I ask, taking a quick look behind me. His hands move to my head, spinning my gaze forward again.

"That's not for you to worry about right now," he says. "You think about a second orgasm, okay?"

He presses into me again, as deep as he can, and lets out a string of expletives as his hips rock easily into mine. His fingers run along my spine, coming down to cup my ass and running up to tug on my hair.

"How's that feel, good girl?" he asks.

"Real. Ly. Fuck. Ing. Good," I say, as he tugs my head back and pounds into me hard enough that I can barely get words out.

"Mm. You tell me if you want something different, okay?"

I nod. "Keep. Fuck. Ing. Me. Please."

He groans. "Your wish is my command."

He pounds into me harder, and my second orgasm builds like lightning in my abdomen, sharp and powerful and overwhelming.

I cry out as I lose control, my body clenching in his arms as he thrusts into me repeatedly, his rhythm pushing me right over the edge.

"Nick," I pant.

"I know. I'm coming right after you," he says, as the dam breaks and I turn to complete mush underneath him. His breathing heavy, he jerks into me hard, his grunts filling my earsas he layers himself on top of me, one arm clenched around my stomach and holding me in place.

"Fuck," he murmurs, his lips leaving rough little kisses along my shoulder blade as his thrusts become choppy and strained. And as I feel the warmth inside me, I reach behind me, resting one hand on his neck and keeping him close.

He holds me tight as our movements slow, his breath loud in my ear. He leaves a kiss there and slowly straightens, his hands running up and down my back so gently. He pulls out of me slowly, shaking his head as he struggles to catch his breath.

"Goddamn, Noelle." He sits back on his heels, one hand trailing up and down my thigh.

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