Page 71 of Deck the Fire Halls

I was in heaven.

“God, that’s good,” I rasped. “Oh yeah, just like that. Fuck yes.”

His arm around me tightened, his hand in my hair pulled harder as he thrust slower, deeper.

His thick cock filled me so completely, his arm held me, his face in my neck, lips kissing and sucking. I’d never felt so convincingly owned.

He had complete control, dominating my body, and I loved it.

It was so hot, so good.

Soren groaned out a pained sound, thrusting harder, faster. “I can’t stop,” he bit out between thrusts. “God, Robinson. You’re so fucking tight.”

I loved the way he said my first name.

His forehead pressed against the side of my head as he tried to hold back, as he tried to stave off his orgasm. He thrust into me once more, upwards, driving into me. He cried out. “Fuck, please. I can’t stop. I need to come so bad.”

Lord, have mercy.

Soren grunted and his grip on me tightened as he fucked me. Pulling almost all the way out just to push back into me, his glorious cock harder and thicker.

I yelped and groaned at the severity, at his thick cock buried to the hilt inside me. But he never let go of me, he just gripped me harder, held me tighter, and impaled me deeper. His hand in my hair slid down to my mouth, covering it, silencing my moans of pleasure.

“I’m gonna come,” he ground out as he drove into me one more time.

I raised my hips to meet him and spread my legs. “God yes, please. Need to feel it,” I urged him.

He slammed into me one last time before driving me upwards on the bed, his cock impaling me as he held my shoulder for leverage. He came with a gasping roar in my ear, his cock swelling inside me.

I felt the pulse of his cock, shooting his load into the condom. And he groaned and shuddered with each spurt. “Holy fuck,” he gasped, driving up into me one final time, gripping me so tight. “Oh god.”

It felt divine.

Everything about it was divine. His power, his body, the way he pinned me down and held me. His strong arms, murmured sweet nothings, and soft moans.

Everything about him was perfect.

He stayed on top of me, inside me, until he caught his breath, then slowly pulled out of me. I missed his cock already; my body bereft of where he’d been.

I wanted him to stay inside me.

He pressed his forehead onto my spine and collapsed on top of me again, his breath hot on my skin. “Are you okay?”

“I’m so good right now,” I replied, stretching my back, my shoulders, relishing the ache in my muscles. And my ass. I was very likely going to be sore tomorrow, but I still wanted to go another round. I wanted him to do that to me every day, for hours. I chuckled. “Good lord, I need more of that.”

He kissed my spine, then rolled me over onto my back. He kissed my sternum, then ran his nose through the hair on my chest. He sucked on my nipple, making me hiss and buck my hips.

He smiled like the devil, looking up at me through his lashes, then moved down lower, and lower, until he reached my cock. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten,” he murmured. “I’m going to make you come now, if that’s okay?”

I chuckled and relaxed, looking up at the ceiling, waiting... and waiting.

“Rob,” he said.

I lifted my head to look at him, confused.

He was lying between my legs, his face at my cock. I could feel his hot breath on my balls. “You didn’t answer me,” he said, half smiling. Then he licked a hot stripe up the length of my shaft. “Want me to make you come?”

My breath hitched; my whole body shuddered. “Fuck yes,” I said, fisting the base of my cock, holding it up for him, offering.

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