Page 52 of It's Mother-Pucking Christmas!

“You want me in your pussy.” He kissed me and rolled on a condom, his mouth a soft counterpoint to the glide of his hard cock entering me.

This time it was slow. He rode me gently, like a cooldown after a brutal workout. Not that I really worked out that much, but you know, in theory.

“I don’t think I can come again though,” I whimpered, “but I want to feel you come.”

“That’s that Arctic Avengers loser language,” he growled, his hips jerking into me. “I thought I fucked that out of you.” He kissed me hard, teeth bumping my lips. “Come. Come like you just got fucked by the captain.”

I gasped then moaned as he stroked my swollen clit, riding me hard to the finish line, nipping my chin when we came, him in me, me shuddering around his cock.

“Seems like I need to show you again what it means to get fucked by a winner,” he murmured, stroking me idly, from my hip up to my tits and along my arm then back down.

He kissed me once, twice, slow like he was just licking the plate clean, not going back for seconds of Christmas dinner.

I didn’t know which way was up, couldn’t remember how to work my arms. “Goddamn.” I gasped as he lay next to me, pressing little kisses on my cooling skin. “You get a badge for that.” I turned to him, our noses bumping as I gave him a sloppy kiss. “And who knew the clean-cut Boy Scout could talk dirty like that in bed.”

“Well,” he said with that brilliant grin, the perfect white teeth, the blue eyes smoky gray. “I had this girl over once and asked her if she wanted me to perform cunnilingus, and she got mad and said don’t use that word, just talk like a normal person. So I asked her if she wanted to make love, and she left.”

“She missed out.” I purred, running my hands over the washboard abs up to the swell of his pecs.

“I tried to do a better job in the bedroom department after that. It was a wake-up call.”

“You mean dirty talk while we fuck?”

He colored.

He was fucking adorable.

“Er, yeah, that.”

I pushed up on one arm to stare down at his handsome, blushing face. “Bro, you just said you wanted to fuck me into the Icebreakers cum slut. Say ‘fuck,’” I ordered.

“No.” A stubborn set to his jaw.

I grabbed his chin, nipped his bottom lip. “We are in bed. Let me hear you say it. F—” I drew the letter on his muscular chest. “U-C-K.”

He ground his teeth.

“Such a Boy Scout.” I rested on his chest. His arm came up to drape over my lower back. “Since you just literally gave me the best fuck of my life, I’ll give you a pass.”

His heart thudded slow in his chest. Meanwhile, I was three orgasms away from cardiac arrest.

“I should find that girl and thank her.”

“Sorry. I shouldn’t talk about other women. That’s rude.”

I shrugged. “I’m a hockey fan. I know practice makes perfect. And you are perfect.” I kissed him. “Just perfect. And you’re all mine.”

He gave me a brilliant, happy grin. “I’m yours?”

“All mine. My aunt has a tattoo gun, and I’m going to write my name on your neck,right here, just so all those wannabe puck bunnies that hang around outside the locker room know to back the fuck off.”

His eyes widened, and he gulped. “I really shouldn’t have said anything.”

I laughed. He was so freaking adorable. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll talk about other guys.”

“Please don’t.”

“You’d wipe the floor with any of them, don’t worry. The top five fucks of my entire life were all right here.” I grabbed his cock and ran the heel of my hand up his abs as he made a strangled noise.

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