Page 23 of Silent Night With Adrian

After a few minutes, her breathing gets erratic, and her pelvic muscles start to tremble.

“That’s it, baby. Let go.”

“I’m gonna cum. Oh, oh –,” A keening cry rips from her throat as she finds her orgasm, the muscles in her ass and pelvis contracting repeatedly.

As I watch her starting to come down from her peak, I can’t wait any longer. I get on my knees behind her, grab her hips and shove my thick cock halfway into her channel.

She screams at the shock of my huge dick.

Even in her state of languorous pleasure, I knew she would likely have trouble taking me from this angle since she’s so small and tight. Until she delivers our baby, it’s always going to take lots of preparation to get her relaxed and wet enough to take all of me.

I wait until she adjusts to the first half of me, finally starting to push her pussy back into me as she tries to fuck herself on it.

“I need you to move, Adrian.” She grunts.

“Hang on, baby. Once I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

She looks back at me, her beautiful hungry eyes eating me up. “Do it. Fuck me.”

Something releases in me, and I let out a deep roar.

I reach down to rub that beautiful bundle of nerves at the top of her pussy folds. When she whimpers, I thrust the rest of my cock into her with a groan. I can’t hold back this time.

I feel her cervix almost open up each time I bottom out inside her. She cries out with each pounding thrust, gripping the sheets trying to anchor herself. Suddenly the need to mark her as mine is overwhelming. I lean down to bite the side of her neck and shoulder, bruising her sweet flesh.

My type of deep rough sex is too much for a girl who only lost her virginity yesterday but there is no way I’m stopping now.

The bed is squeaking and knocking into the wall as I pound into her. And Mia is screaming into the sheets with every thrust of my hungry cock. It’s a good thing we don’t have neighbors because an unsuspecting person might mistake the sounds as someone getting tortured.

I spread her ass cheeks open as I pull her down on me to get the last couple inches inside her with each pounding thrust.

Before long, the pressure building at the base of my cock is too much to hold back. I reach down again to rub her swollen clit at the same time as I ramp up my pounding rhythm. Before long, Mia cries out as her pussy clamps down on my dick as she orgasms for what seems like almost three minutes. And that’s when I let her have it, reaming her tight-as-fuck pussy, not holding back until I crest over an incredible wave of release, spewing my thick ropes of hot cum into her womb, claiming her as mine.

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I fucked Mia long into the afternoon and evening, letting her sleep for a few hours to recover her energy before going at her again. We took a shower together after dinner and even there we weren’t able to stop ourselves from claiming each other like horny-ass bunnies. I had her bent over the built-in shower bench and hammered into her from behind. This was after she knelt in front of me so I could feed my hungry cock into her voracious mouth and we practiced getting her used to taking me down her throat, getting choked by me until she got red and sputtered to gather her breath.

Finally in the wee hours of the night, after replenishing our energy with a late night meal, we fall into each other’s arms and sleep like the dead, spent from our after-Christmas orgy. Our private world was blanketed in several feet of snow, creating a magical time that only included my beautiful Mia and me. If only we could stay this way forever.

Chapter 18 Mia

December 27

The morning light from the windows that reflect off the snow outside spills over us, casting a gentle glow across Adrian’s sleeping face, his chiseled features softened, at ease in a way I’ve rarely seen.

The soreness in my muscles, between my legs, is a satisfying ache, proof of the night we shared—a physical reminder that Adrian claimed me in every way.

I stretch gingerly, savoring each pleasant twinge of pain that calls to mind every place his hands, his lips, his body worshipped me. Last night, Adrian gave me such fierce loving attention that I never knew existed. But while his touch was thorough, rough and tender at the same time, it’s his unspoken promise to protectme—to risk his own life and place for me—that lingers like a balm over my senses.

Lying here, the room quiet, I feel a whisper of longing. The kind that dares to wonder if this wild, consuming connection might turn into something even deeper.

The truth is, I already know I love him.

Despite the risk, despite the little time we’ve had, I’m his in ways I never thought I’d belong to anyone. And with Massimo’s threats hanging over us, there may not be much time left to tell him. But as I take in the relaxed curve of his mouth, his long dark lashes resting against his cheek, I promise myself that he’ll hear it from me soon—before anything or anyone can take that chance from me.

My gaze falls to his hands, those strong, scarred hands that can hold me as tenderly as they can destroy, and my breath catches. His arm rests protectively over me, and the rough strength of him, this beautiful, brutal man, is a reminder of the danger we’re both in.

But he doesn’t scare me. Quite the opposite—I feel exhilarated, secure even, knowing that he’s as bound to me as I am to him. He could tear the world apart if he needed to, but here, now, his power feels like mine too, and it stirs something deep inside me.

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