Page 51 of It's Mother-Pucking Christmas!

I watched him, dazed, on my back, as he rolled his shoulders, grabbed my legs, and spread them, hooking my legs over his shoulders then leaning over me to fuck me at that unrelenting pace.

I’d had guys try to start off with his intensity, but they couldn’t sustain it—not for one session and definitely not for two.

Raw power on a thin leash.

Like walking a tiger.

Who the hell has that kind of control?

He slammed into me again, and I was coming all over him.

But he didn’t stop. His hand cupped my tits, my face as he pounded me into the bed, brutally using me but still somehow mindful of our bodies as his cock hit my clit with perfect timing.

He kissed me long and slow, an excruciating counterpoint to the furious rutting in my pussy.

“You’re not human,” I managed to gasp out before I was coming again, cursing.

Ryder kept up the grueling pace until he was coming in the condom, his teeth on my tits.

“You fucked enough?” he asked, nipping my lips as I tried to remember my own name. He kissed me hard then sprang up to toss the condom.

Scooping me up around the waist, he propped me up on my trembling hands and knees on the firm mattress. It dipped as he got behind me.

Big, lightly calloused hands gripped my ass, spreading me, then his cock was there, grinding against my raw pussy.

“I’m not going to come again,” I pleaded as that long length stroked my aching slit.

My pussy betrayed me, ready and willing to take that huge cock again and again.

So that’s what it meant to get fucked by an elite athlete. He literally could fuck me all night.

“Don’t you have a game tomorrow,” I croaked as he spread my cheeks, then his tongue was all over me.

“Not ’til the evening. I’ll be recovered by then.” The smirk in his fucking voice. “You won’t, though.”

Moaning, hips aching, I spread my legs as he licked me from my clit all the way back.

“Fuck, Ryder,” I gasped as he did it again, licking me over and over, my hips arching up to meet him until I was coming with a throaty cry.

I barely registered him putting on a condom. Then my legs were splayed, and he was driving into me, ruthlessly fucking me like he was going for a final goal.

“I’m gonna fuck you into the Icebreakers cum slut.”

My arms collapsed, but he didn’t break rhythm, just instinctually adjusted to fuck deep into me, one hand working my pussy, the other keeping me from collapsing onto the bed. Then it moved to my head, buried into my hair, fisting my face into the mattress as he drove hard into me.

“I could fuck you like this all night.” He hissed as he jackhammered into me, somehow increasing the pace as he impaled me on that huge cock again and again and again while I begged and pleaded until finally he was spilling into me while my pussy clenched and I came around him, harder than I’d ever come. It was like slamming into the rink board at a hundred miles an hour.

“Yeah.” The word was long and slow. “I think I’ll fuck you all night.” He flipped me over on my side, gathered me against his chest, and kissed me, his tongue stealing into my mouth as he stroked my thigh, guiding my leg over his hip.

“You cannot possibly,” I whimpered as he stroked me, his cock heavy in my hand as I ran my grip down the length, unable to believe he was really going to fuck me again. I wanted him, though, wanted all of him, craved him. Was ready for him to fuck me all night. I ran my hands down the muscular chest, thewashboard abs, the swell of the pecs, the tree-trunk legs, and the bulge of his biceps that cradled me gently.

He purred, nuzzling me, starved for my touch.

This man belongs to me.

He kissed me long and slow as his cock grew thick and hard in my hands and my pussy ached for him.

“I need you in me,” I murmured.

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