Page 50 of It's Mother-Pucking Christmas!

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered when I let out a long moan. “Take it, take my cock. That’s it,take it.”

I made a strangled noise when his balls slapped against the back of my thighs. He eased out with that impossibly smooth motion then back in, making me feel every inch of that thick cock.

“You do like to be fucked, don’t you?” he said, hips shifting, sending shocks of pleasure through me, adjusting me with controlled micromovements as he thrust into me. I groaned helplessly under him.

“I love feeling your pussy around me.” He rocked out then in again. The timing was somehow perfect, the motion fluid, his whole body under absolute control. “That’s a good girl.”

He dialed up the power a notch, giving me a harder thrust. My hands clawed on the soft bedspread.

“You like taking my cock. You like being a little slut, don’t you? That’s why you came looking for me. You’re tired of spreading your legs for the fucking Arctic Avengers.”

The power ratcheted up again, and I moaned as he hit that spot deep within me.

“Bet your daddy’s gonna be pissed when he realizes the captain of the Icebreakers came all over you.”

“Fuck,” I cursed. I couldn’t stop it. I was coming, gushing all over his huge cock that was still making those controlled thrusts.

Shit, he probably wasn’t even at sixty percent, my brain babbled as the power ratcheted up again and he rammed into me.

“You wanted to know what it’s like to be fucked by someone who knows how to make a woman come.”

“Yeah,” I gasped as he pulled me back hard on his cock.

“Yeah, you do.” He rumbled as I wiggled back against him. He lifted my hips higher, slamming the next thrust into me, making my teeth rattle.

“You want to know what it’s like to be fucked by a winner, don’t you? You’ve been spreading your legs for those fucking Avengers losers. Now I’m going to fuck that team loyalty out of you. You’re going to be coming blue and silver,” he said, slamming into me again. “Let me hear you say it.”

My nipples scraped against the bedspread as his balls slapped the back of my thighs with the next powerful thrust.

“I want you”—I gasped as he pulled out excruciatingly slowly—“to make me come Icebreakers blue and silver.”

“Yeah, you do.” Then he drove into me, pure power like he was on the ice, ninety miles an hour but never losing control.

I couldn’t moan, couldn’t gasp, couldn’t breathe. My heart raced in my chest as he fucked me, unrelentingly ruthless, making small adjustments to the angle of my hips and his back until he hit deep in me in a way I’d never felt before.

I thought I was about to pass out as he jackhammered into me. The intoxicating male power of him felt so good as he abused my pussy, fucking me harder and faster than should have been humanly possible all while he told me how I was a good fuck, how good my pussy felt, how I was such a good girl for taking his cock like this.

I had no warning that he was about to come. He slammed into me and cursed in my ear, and then he was spilling into the condom.

“Shit,” I gasped when I could finally breathe.

He flipped me over, hooked my leg behind his head and began to lick my pussy.

“Fuck.” I grabbed at his hair. “Give a girl a breather.”

“You didn’t come,” he said, raising his head slightly, blue eyes brilliant in the lamp light.

I let out a long low moan as his head dipped back down to my aching pussy, and I rode his face while he wrung the pleasure from me. If I could do anything other than moan unintelligibly, I’d tell him that I had and was about to again, but then I was screaming his name, arching up against him.

He kissed me. I tasted myself salty on his mouth.

“I needed to make you come before I fucked you again.” He stood up. “It’s only right.”

“Before you fuck me again?” I croaked.

He kissed me harder, tongue sweeping in my mouth, his huge hands pawing at my tits.

“I’ve never fucked a pussy as tight as yours.” He pulled out another condom. His cock was hard again.

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