Page 30 of My Secret Santa Dallas

She was always pretty, but this time, her hair tangled on my pillow, her skin flushed with the heat of a mind-altering orgasm. Her tits rose and fell with every ragged breath, and those dusky nipples drew my attention— and my mouth watered.

While she recovered, I reached over to the bedside table and took out the box of condoms I always carried with me, tore open a packet, and rolled one over my length. She opened her eyes and looked at me, the color of her irises a bare rim with how brown her pupils were.

Leaning in, I slid my hands under her knees and spread her wider. Her slit was glistening and ready for me. “Put your hands on the headboard,” I ordered, and she shuddered.

When she wrapped her fingers around the posts, I kept her hands close together, wrapping my hand around herwrists. “This is not going to go slow,” I warned her, “Or gentle.”

Her back arched. “I don’t need either.”

Thank god she was so wet for me because I was big. I positioned myself at her opening and, with a grunt, slammed into her with one thrust. She arched back, a scream in her throat. Her pussy constricted around me like a vice.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.” I let my hand drop from her hip and moved to my knees.

After catching my breath, I slammed into her, thrusting in and out harder and harder, working out my mingling lust and frustration with her. Lips parted, Blair gripped the headboard until her knuckles went white as I stretched her, filled her inch by inch until we were both sweat-slick and panting.

I fixed my hands under her knees and pushed them up, bottoming out with every stroke. Her skin was slick under my hands.

“Fuck,” Blair gasped. “Right there. Right there.”

I’d hit her G-spot— good. Doubling my efforts, I took her hard. “Next time, I want you above me, riding me, your tits bouncing.” Her belly contracted, and I pushed harder. “You want that? Maybe next time I’ll tie you up, get you on your knees and fuck that sweet ass of yours. Do you want that?”

She rolled her hips. “You’ve got to wine and dine me first.”

Dropping a leg, I flung her left over my shoulder. “I’ll get you drunk.”

“That’s cheating.” She gasped. “Are you scared you’ll not measure up to this?”

I gripped her hips, pumping into her as fast as I could.Sweat beaded my forehead as I fought to keep from cumming. I didn’t want this to end. “Does this look like I’m scared?”

When I expected a smart reply from her, the only sounds that came from her mouth were cries of pleasure. I wanted this— I wanted her to shatter around me, but now, all I could think about was the image of Blair bent over her desk, my dick sliding in and out of her pussy, which was ingrained in my mind forever.

The pressure in my balls startled me, and a warning sizzle shot up my shaft. This was a race to the finish.

I curved over her, my furious shoves lifting her off the bed. Blair’s back pounded against the mattress as I took her with ruthless force; right before she came, my body gave in— I shuddered like a 9.5 earthquake was in the middle of my gut. A hoarse shout burst from my chest, and he exploded inside her, melding us with the heat inside me.

Feeling her pulse and shudder around me, I couldn’t move, not one inch. I felt like I’d run a fifteen-mile marathon in the last five minutes of our fucking, and the high I felt superseded every orgasm I had ever had in my life.

Sucking in a breath, I gently pulled out of her and took off the condom, tied it off, and flopped to the bed beside her. My eyes closed; I sucked in a breath. “I didn’t say you could take your hands down.”

She laughed. “Fuck you.”

“We just did,” I replied, peeling my eyes apart and leaving the bed. My knees were shaky, but I still strode to the bathroom and returned with a cool cloth, caring for Blair like she was the most precious thing in the world.

“You don’t need to do that,” Blair said while I whisked away sweat and cum from the inside of her thighs.

“My code of ethics would disagree,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Just let me do this, and you can bitch at me later.”

Finished, I returned to the bathroom, cleaned myself up, and reemerged in the room where Blair had made herself at home under my sheets. I cocked my head and gazed at her while she punched one of my pillows into shape.

“What?” She asked. “Or is it in your code of ethics to kick a girl out after that?”

Joining her in bed, I folded my hands under my head. “Is this going to be awkward from here on?”

“Only if you make it so,” Blair replied. “Or we can go back to sniping at each other if you want.”

“I’d prefer that,” I replied.

She turned to me. “And you are now my coffee bitch.”

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