Page 49 of It's Mother-Pucking Christmas!

“I told you,” he snarled, giving me a bruising kiss, “to show me your cunt.” He hooked two fingers in my panties, scraping them down my legs as I grabbed at the muscular arm that held me. He tossed the scrap of fabric aside, his eyes slowly sweeping down from my tits to my waist.

I spread my legs, giving him a better view. “Nice and smooth for you.”

“Good because I like to eat pussy.”

The curse word sent another thrill of shock through me.

His mouth and hands hot and heavy on me, he knelt down, down, his hands a vise on my legs as he spread them wider and pressed his mouth to my aching slit.

“Shit,” I cursed, gripping the short hair on the back of his neck. “Fuck, that feels good. You really do like to eat pussy, don’t you, Boy Scout? You have a badge for—”

I screamed when he stood up abruptly, taking me with him. I fumbled up above me, my head almost scraping the ceiling as he slammed me up against a wall.

“Better for my back.” His deep voice was slightly muffled as he spread my legs and went for my clit. “This is much better.” He was licking me better than most guys fucked.

He groaned. “You taste so fucking good.”

His tongue, his mouth, unrelenting, he ate me out like he’d been starving.

“You gotta slow down.” I gasped as his tongue scraped my clit, rolling it, giving long, powerful licks against my throbbing pussy. “Shit I— I’m gonna—Fuck,Ryder.” I was coming all over his face.

He didn’t stop, just hoisted me higher so his tongue could dip into my opening where I craved his cock. Holding me up with one rock-solid arm under my ribs, he used his other hand to piston two fingers in and out of my opening as his tongue worked my clit. Another finger. He stretched me, curling them, then I was coming, shuddering on his hand and his mouth.

“Don’t drop me,” I slurred as I felt my weight shift. I yelped as I pitched forward. But he had me, his arm bunching around my legs, his other hand caressing my ass, stroking the soaking-wet slit of my pussy. He ducked us smoothly through a doorway and threw me down on an oversized king bed.

I reached for his pants. Even though he’d just made me come twice, I was wet with anticipation.

“Shit.” I whimpered as he kicked off his boxers and fisted that huge cock. It was thick and long, and though I knew he would be huge—had to be with all that height and muscle—his cock looked big, even for him.

“I’m gonna bend you over and fuck you with this,” he said, still with that slow, lazy pumping. “But first I need you to get me nice and hard for your tight cunt.”

This wasn’t him hard?

“Get on your knees,” he ordered.

I collapsed down in front of him, running greedy hands down the washboard abs to the V of muscle and then to the hard length that jutted out. It was heavy in my palms as I fisted it in both hands, running my thumbs over the base and my nails over the slit, making him grind his teeth and let his head fall forward.

He grabbed my jaw, ran his thumb over my lower lip. “Suck my cock.” His hand fisted in my hair, and he guided his cock to my mouth.

I trailed my tongue along the tip, satisfied when he hissed. Then he squeezed my jaw, forcing his cock in my mouth. I moaned, breathing quickly though my nose as he slid that huge length against my tongue.

“Fuck yeah, that’s a good little puck bunny. Now I’m going to show you how I’m going to fuck your pussy.”

The only way I could describe him was smooth—he fucked my mouth like he skated, using just enough force that it was erotic but not enough that he was ripping my throat. Like, he was completely aware of and in control of everything that was going on, and I just had to sit back and watch him play.

I ran my hands all over my tits then to the aching slit between my legs, moaning around his cock as my fingers stroked my clit.

He pulled out of me and yanked me up by the nape of my neck. “Next time you come it’s on my cock.” He pushed me facedown on his bed, my legs dangling over the side of the weirdly tall mattress—though for him maybe it was just normal size.

He spread my legs, two fingers stroking my pussy appreciatively. A condom packet ripped. I braced myself for that huge, thick cock to destroy my pussy in the best way possible.

The tip of his cock pressed into me. I willed myself to relax, tense with anticipation of being fucked by the biggest cock I’d ever seen.

I’d always thought that men couldn’t really control themselves during sex. Pleasure took over, and you got what you got. Ryder was as controlled and calculated as he was on the ice. His motion fluid, controlled. Grabbing my hips, he arched my back so he could penetrate deep into me.

“I want to see if your cunt can take me.” He hissed against my neck as he pushed in while I moaned as that thick cock stretched me, filled my pussy.

The bedspread twisted under my fingers, but he held my hips firmly in place as he continued that smooth glide into my cunt.

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