Page 26 of Slay All The Way

My fingers dig into the couch, fighting to keep control, but it’s slipping fast. “Oh, I’ll protect you,” I growl, my voice rough and dark with lust. “But right now, you should be afraid ofme. Because when it comes to you... I don’t want to stop. And I won’t.” Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she meets my gaze, eyes gleaming with dangerous intent.

“Then let me show you just how fearless I am,” she purrs, sinking down in front of me. Without breaking eye contact, she wraps her lips around me, taking me deep, her tongue flicking wickedly as she teases the head. The heat, the wetness—her—it’s intoxicating, and I can feel myself pulsing against her, the need inside me growing uncontrollable. The bloodied jacket clings to her body, and seeing her like that, with my sins draped across her skin, is enough to drive me past the edge of sanity.

“Fuck, yes,” I breathe, my eyes rolling back as she takes me deeper, her cheeks hollowing out with each bob of her head. “That’s it snowflake, just like that.”

She pulls back for a moment, her lips glistening with spit. “Yeah? You like it?” she asks, her voice teasingly sweet, yet edged with raw desire.

“Are you kidding? You’re a fucking goddess,” I reply, my words tumbling out in a breathless rush. “Keep going. Don’t you fucking stop.”

She takes me back into her mouth, the heat of her lips sending jolts of pleasure straight through me. As she moves, her hands trail over her own body, fingers grazing her thighs in slow, teasing circles, all while her eyes lock onto mine. The way she watches my every reaction—it’s maddening, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Alaska,” I growl, my voice dark and strained, the tension coiling tighter with every flick of her tongue. “Enough teasing. Come here.Now.”

She pulls back, her breath hot against my cock as she wipes a stray strand of hair from her face, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. “Is that what you want?” she purrs, her tone dripping with seduction. “You want me?”

I grip her by the waist, firm but careful, guiding her up, making my demand clear. “You know exactly what I want. Don’t make me ask twice.”

Her smirk widens, and without a word, she moves to straddle me, her hips hovering just above, taunting me with the promise of relief. Slowly, teasingly, she sinks down onto me, and the second she takes me in, I let out a guttural groan, my head falling back against the couch. My hands grip her waist tighter, grounding myself as waves of pleasure crash through me.

“Fuck, yes,” I manage, my voice trembling with desire. Despite the dominance burning inside me, I let her set the pace, giving her control, because there’s nothing more intoxicating than watching her take what she wants.

She begins to move, her thick thighs straddling me as she rocks her hips in a slow, teasing rhythm, her eyes locked onto mine, the tension between us thick and heavy. Her body—soft, curvy, and so damn perfect—moves like she was made to ride me.

“Oh fuck,” she breathes, her voice sultry as her hips roll, taking me deeper with every thrust. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and it’s driving me out of my mind.

I growl low in my throat, hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer, controlling the rhythm even as I let her take the lead. “You feel so fucking good,” I rasp, watching her big tits bounce with every move, my fingers itching to grab them. “You and your tight cunt are gonna make me lose it.”

Her lips curl into a wicked smile, her eyes never leaving mine. “That’s what I want,” she purrs, biting her lip as her hands trail down her own body, playing with her curves. She’s watching me, feeling the way I react to her every move, her fingers brushing her own thighs before they dip between her legs, circling her clit while I’m still buried deep inside her.

I grit my teeth, my fingers digging into her hips as I fight to stay in control, but seeing her touch herself, the way her thick body moves, her tits rising and falling as she takes me deeper—it’s too much. “Fuck, Alaska,” I growl, my voice thick with need.

Her breath catches, a soft moan escaping her as she picks up the pace, her hips grinding against mine, her nails biting into my chest as she rides me harder. “Yes,” she breathes, her voice a sultry whisper. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”

I grab her hips, guiding her movements, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I thrust up into her, matching her rhythm. “Look at you,” I growl, eyes burning with lust as I watch her, completely lost in the pleasure. “Look at these tits bouncing,” I growl, taking one of them into my mouth. I nip and suck at its peaked nipple while my other hand continues guiding her motions. “So goddamn perfect.”

She moans, her nails dragging down my chest as she rides me faster, her body moving like she’s trying to pull every last bit of control from me. “Fuck yes. Oh god, right there,” she gasps, her voice breathy and full of need. “So deep... so perfect.”

I grunt, thrusting harder, losing myself in the heat of her body. “That’s right,” I growl, gripping her waist as I drive into her, my breath ragged, heart pounding. “Take every inch of my cock baby. Use me.”

Her moans grow louder, her body arching as I fill her completely, the bloodied Santa jacket clinging to her curves, and it only makes the scene more intoxicating. She leans forward, her breath hot against my ear. “You like it, don’t you?” shewhispers, her voice teasing. “Seeing me like this... the blood of your victims all over me while I ride your big cock?”

My head falls back against the couch, a dark chuckle escaping me as I watch her. “You have no idea,” I groan, gripping her ass, squeezing it tight as I thrust up into her harder, my cock throbbing inside her. “You’re fucking mine, Alaska. You look fucking perfect like this.”

Her pussy squeezes me with my words, and I know she’s close. “Melt for me, snowflake. Fucking melt for Santa like the good fucking girl I know you are.”

“Oh fuck!” she cries out, her nails digging into my chest, tearing at my flesh like a cat in heat. My body aches for release as she takes me higher and higher, the world fading away around us. The only thing that matters is her, this moment, and the madness we’ve created together.

With one final roll of her hips, I can feel the tension snapping inside me, pleasure crashing over us at the same time like a tidal wave. “Ah, fuck,” I groan, lost in the bliss as I bust inside her. Her pussy clenches down around me, milking me for every fucking drop, our bodies entwined in a chaotic dance of desire.

She collapses against me, breathless and glowing, and I can’t help but chuckle, a mix of satisfaction and disbelief washing over me. “Fuck, snowflake. You’re incredible,” I murmur, brushing her icy hair back from her face, the weight of what we’ve done settling in.

“I know,” she replies with a smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction. “I just didn’t think anyone else would ever notice.”

I lean in, capturing her lips in a soft kiss, tasting the sweetness of our shared chaos. “Well I did, and I now never intend to let you go.”

The fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the walls. I’ve won. I’ve taken everything I wanted, and no one’s left to stand in my way.

She’s still wearing the necklace I gave her. The crystal ornament I filled just for her. It catches the firelight, sparkling against her skin, and I feel a surge of possessiveness deep in my gut. I did that. She’s wearing me. She’s marked as mine, inside and out, and no one else will ever touch her again.

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