Page 6 of Stuffed

I chuckle darkly, nipping at her earlobe. "Fuck the turkey. I'd rather stuff you instead."

She shudders, a needy moan spilling from her lips as she rocks back against me. I'm painfully hard, my cock throbbing insistently against the curve of her ass. Sliding my hands up her sides, I cup her breasts, kneading the soft mounds through the thin fabric of her blouse.

"You feel what you do to me?" I growl, grinding against her. "How fucking hard you make me? I've been half out of my mind wanting you."

Claire arches into my touch, her head falling back onto my shoulder. "Jax, please..."

I turn her in my arms and claim her mouth in a searing kiss, hot and hungry and full of pent up desire. She opens for me beautifully, her tongue tangling with mine as I walk her backwards until she hits the counter. Hoisting her up, I step between her parted thighs, my hands pushing her skirt up around her hips.

She wraps her legs around my waist, heels digging into my ass as she pulls me closer. I can feel her heat through the damp lace of her panties, and it takes every ounce of restraint not to rip them off and bury myself inside her right here.

But I want to savor this, to take my time worshipping her until she's mindless with pleasure. Trailing my lips down the elegant column of her neck, I leave a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses across her collarbone as my fingers work the buttons of her blouse.

Claire's hands fist in my hair, holding me to her as she arches into my touch. Popping the last button, I push the fabric aside, groaning at the sight of her luscious curves encased in delicate white lace. "Fuck, you're stunning," I breathe reverently, tracing a finger along the scalloped edge of her bra.

Claire flushes prettily under my heated gaze. "Touch me, Jax," she pleads, her voice breathy with need. "I want your hands on me."

I'm only too happy to oblige. Reaching behind her, I deftly unhook the clasp, freeing her breasts from their lacy confines. They spill into my waiting hands, soft and supple, the rosy peaks already puckered and begging for attention.

Lowering my head, I capture one aching nipple between my lips, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud. Claire cries out, her back bowing as she fists her hands in my hair. I lavish her with attention, suckling and nipping until she's writhing against me, desperate for more.

My other hand skates down her trembling stomach to slip beneath the waistband of her panties. She's dripping wet, her slick folds parting easily as I tease along her slit. "Always so ready for me," I groan against her breast. "So fucking responsive."

"Please," she whimpers, hips canting shamelessly into my touch.

I circle her clit with the pad of my thumb, relishing her sharp intake of breath. Slowly, torturously, I ease one long finger inside her, then two, pumping in a steady rhythm that has her mewling and panting my name like a prayer.

And then I feel the barrier of her hymen, and I swear I jizz a little in my pants when the realization hits me.

A virgin.Mine. All mine. Claire will only ever belong tome.

She's tight and scorching hot around my fingers, her inner walls fluttering wildly as I bring her closer and closer to the edge, careful not to break the barrier of her virginity. No, I’m doing that with my cock.

I keep gently fucking her with my fingers, though. I can tell she's close by the desperate pitch of her cries, the erratic buck and roll of her hips against my hand.

"That's it, baby," I coax hotly, curling my fingers to stroke that secret spot deep inside her. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come all over my hand."

Claire shatters with a sobbing cry, her head thrown back in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. I work her through it, prolonging her bliss until she's boneless and trembling in my arms.

Slowly, reluctantly, I ease my fingers from her still quivering body, bringing them to my lips to savor her essence. She watches me through heavy-lidded eyes, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

"You taste divine," I tell her, my voice ragged with desire. "But I'm not nearly done feasting on you yet."

Her eyes widen as I sink to my knees before her, hooking my fingers in her ruined panties and dragging them down her shapely legs. Tossing them aside, I nudge her thighs further apart, exposing her beautiful folds.

I pause, gazing at Claire's glistening pussy, savoring the sight of her spread open before me. She's perfect, pink and swollen and dripping with arousal. My mouth waters with the need to taste her.

"Jax..." Claire whimpers, her voice thick with need. "Please..."

I smirk up at her. "Please what, sweetheart? Tell me what you want."

She flushes, biting her plump lower lip. "I want…I don’t know, but I need..."

Fuck, hearing her beg for it nearly undoes me. I lean in, inhaling her intoxicating scent. "I know what you need, baby," I murmur, before swiping my tongue along her slick folds.

Claire bucks, crying out at the first intimate touch. I grip her hips, holding her steady as I set to work, laving her sensitive flesh with long, slow licks. She tastes exquisite, tangy and sweet, and I groan against her, the vibrations making her tremble.

I take my time, exploring every inch of her, teasing out each breathy moan and desperate whimper. Claire's hands fist in my hair as I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, flicking the swollen bud until she's writhing mindlessly.

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