Page 54 of It's Mother-Pucking Christmas!

Her nipples hardened under the thin T-shirt fabric.

“Guess I did fuck the Arctic Avengers out of you after all.”

Her mouth dropped open. I used the excuse to pick her up and set her on the counter. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I kissed her. The soft T-shirt fabric came up easy, exposing the glistening slit between her legs.

“I can’t believe you can go again.” She moaned as I stroked her swollen pussy.

The moans she made against my mouth went straight to my cock. It grew hard in the exercise pants I’d worn on my run.

Dakota let me pull the T-shirt over her head and wrapped her arms around my head as I attacked her tits, her nipples hard in my mouth. Her pussy was swollen under my fingers as I teased her, stretched her opening, my cock growing harder and harder until I had her coming, grinding that swollen pussy all over my hand.

I wasn’t done with her. But I had the game tonight, shouldn’t give in and fuck her until my legs were jelly.

I’d just have her once. Had to make it count.

She panted as I spread her legs, groaning as I widened her, angling her hips so I could see all of the wet, dripping slash of her cunt.

“You gonna fuck me?”

“I just went on a five-mile run. I need to eat something first.”

“Asshole,” she hissed as I sank down into a crouch in front of her. “Cocky fucking asshole.”

The curses were swallowed up in a low moan from her chest as I trailed my tongue over the dripping slit.

Her pussy lips were smooth, the dark, pink heat beneath full of ridges that I traced with my tongue while she wriggled against me. I licked her swollen pussy until she was coming hot and wet all over my mouth and face.

“You taste so good.” I groaned, rising out of the crouch.

“Show-off,” Dakota gasped.

“That’s nothing.” I kissed her, made her taste herself on my mouth.

Her pussy was hot as I ran the bare length of my cock against it, teasing her, letting her grind her clit against the tip.

Though I wanted to take her bare, spill inside of her, start the family with her I’d always wanted, I fished out a condom.

“You don’t want to give me your cum?” Dakota leaned forward to slur against my mouth as I rolled on a condom.

I grabbed her tits, squeezing hard, making her yip against my mouth. “You don’t want to fuck with me right now.”

“Yeah, I do, I—” She shrieked as in one motion I yanked her forward then spun her around, shoving her against the counter.

She braced against the quartz as I forced my whole length into her tight cunt—the heat, the pressure excruciating as I thrust deep into her. “I’m going to fuck you just like this after I win the game tonight. Spread your tight little pussy,” I growled as I gave her my cock, “and fuck you while you scream the fight song. Then throw you down on the floor and fuck you again. You don’t know”—she shuddered as I gave her a hard thrust of my cock—“how good it feels to be buried inside of you.”

Her tits bounced against her chest as I fucked her harder than I had last night but not as hard as I’d fuck her tonight after the game.

“I know you can take it, little Icebreakers cum slut,” I growled as my balls slapped against her wet pussy. “You take a cock like such a good little girl.”

I forced her hips up so she’d arch her back, really let me pound into her cunt until I felt her clench around me, then she was coming, screaming my name as I churned into her, spilling into the condom.

Dakota let out a long whimpering moan that almost,almost, made me want to say to hell with winning the game and fuck her until I was exhausted. Instead, I sank my teeth into her shoulder, marking her for later.

“I bet you feel so good coming in a girl’s ass.” Dakota wiggled back against me.

I slapped her ass, making her squeal. “Now that I don’t do until marriage.”

She spun around in my arms, almost tripping over her feet. I caught her, cradling her as she pressed kisses to my bare chest. “Then you better marry me right now, Boy Scout.”

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