Page 12 of Wrapped Up

With a slick finger coated in my own arousal, he presses it past the tight ring of muscle. I gasp at the intrusion, but the discomfort is quickly replaced by intense pleasure.

The dual sensations of being taken in both holes is almost too much for me to handle, but somehow my body craves it more than anything. “You love being filled up, don’t you.” he murmurs, while thrusting his dick into me with unrelenting fervor.

“Yes,” I gasp, unable to deny the truth.

He chuckles darkly and presses his fingers deeper inside of my ass, hitting just the right spot that sends pleasure coursing through my veins. I grind back against him, meeting every one of his thrusts with equal fervor. My knuckles turn whiter as my climax builds within me, the pleasure coursing through my veins like a raging river.

“I’m so close.”

“Then come for me,” he commands with a thrust that propels me into pure bliss. My entire body quivers and tightens around him, squeezing him in a way that causes him to find his own release.

Breathless and spent, he collapses onto me, his hot breath tickling my neck. We remain intertwined, savoring the aftermath of our intense release. As our breathing steadies, he bends to press his lips against the side of my neck, the gentle touch sending shivers through me. It starkly contrasts the passionate intensity we just shared. His warm breath and the roughness of his stubble heighten the lingering sensations.

“You were stunning. Absolutely breathtaking.”

I smile, basking in the familiar warmth of his praise that never fails to ignite something within me. For once, I feel no need to hide or suppress my impulses. Instead, I revel in the afterglow, savoring every remaining sensation of his touch.

“Thank you,” I whisper, barely audible. “For fulfilling my wildest dreams.”

He wraps his arms tighter around me and chuckles softly against my back.

“The pleasure was all mine, darling.”

Once he removes and discards the condom, I observe as he skillfully unties the silk bindings that held me captive moments ago. As reality slowly sets in after our intense encounter, a wave of vulnerability washes over me.

I flex my wrists, wincing at the tenderness, but he reacts quickly and massages the marks left by the ties with tender care.

His actions make my heart flutter with both excitement and fear. But instead of embracing these powerful emotions, I resort to my usual defense mechanism. “So, do you always treat your women like this? Because I have to say, it's quite the experience.”

His gaze locks onto mine. “Women?” he repeats. “You think I do this with just any woman, Princess?” The rumble in his voice is a warning that I'm skating on thin ice.

I open my mouth to respond, to defend myself with more sarcasm, more walls built from words. But he cuts me off, his voice a low, fervent whisper.

“I'm not a man who fucks a different woman every weekend, Princess. I'm not the cliché you're trying to paint me as.”

His words catch me off guard, their sincerity disarming. I want to apologize, to explain the fear beneath my sarcastic remarks. But before I can speak, his hand cups the back of my neck with a firm yet gentle touch. Our eyes hold each other's in silence, a moment of truth. Then he presses his lips against mine in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless.

His lips move against mine with desperation and passion, as if pouring all his words and emotions into this one act. I melt into him, my body pressing against his as my hands tangle in his hair.

He pulls me even closer, deepening the kiss, while his other hand rests on the small of my back. The taste of him, the sensation of him against me, and the raw hunger in his touch is overwhelming and all-consuming. His kiss feels like he’s claiming me as his own.

A flurry of thoughts and emotions race through my mind, leaving me feeling terrified, exhilarated, confused, and aroused. Amidst the chaos, a small voice warns me to be cautious. This man has the power to consume me, break down my walls, and leave me more vulnerable than I’ve ever been.

Despite this warning, I choose to ignore it and give in to his touch. I want him now.

Our intimate moment is interrupted by my phone ringing loudly. We pull apart, both breathless, and I fumble for my phone with shaky hands. It's a text from Anna asking where I am.

As I read the words, reality comes crashing back in. I'm in a club with a stranger, making out in a stairwell after having had mind blowing sex. And to my surprise, I don't regret a single second.

Maybe Anna was right all along. Maybe this man is my Christmas Prince.

“My friend is looking for me. We should go back,” I say, glancing up at him.

He nods, and we quickly get dressed before heading downstairs to the main area. As we walk, I stop and turn to him. I need something to ground myself, to regain control over my emotions. But as I speak, my voice trembles, betraying the turmoil inside of me.

“Um...do you have...my...” I gesture awkwardly, unable to say the word.

He laughs, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Your panties?”

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