Page 43 of The Professor's Holiday Surprise

He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and squeezes. “Deep breaths for Daddy.”

“I can’t.”

“You can. You feel incredible,” he groans again, and I love that sound. Even through my panic, I love it so much, because that soundislove. “So hot and tight around me. I can’t wait until I’m all the way deep, baby, and it feels this good for you, too.”

I exhale slowly, breathing deeper than before, and inch by inch, he works the full length of his erection into my body.

And the stretch is still too much.

It still makes my head spin.

But on the distant side of the spinning is a wonderful fullness, a feeling of beingstuffedthat I want more of.

Noah waits, his body straining.

I keep breathing.

And then…

Then I move against him, and it feels good.

“Yeah?” He reads my mind and grins. “Good girl. Fuck, Paisley, that’s so good. You ready to feel a bit more?”

“Yes.” I start sobbing, but also laughing, and he kisses my face, licking away my tears.

He pulls his hips back, dragging his length out of me, then eases them forward again.

Holy fuck.

“Yes,” I breathe. Excited now.

He moves again, faster now.

I move with him, and he pulls out of me by accident.

We both laugh as he lines himself up, and this time, he pushes all the way in on one single thrust.

Holy festive fuck. Yes please.

“More,” I plead. “Harder, Noah. Harder.”

I tighten my legs around him, clinging to him as he thrusts deeper, giving me more, giving me harder.

Inside, his cock gets bigger, stretching me to the limits.

Everything narrows to where we fit together, just barely. Where he made me slick and then used that to find new space. Our space. Breeding space.

Desire coils tight in a way I don’t recognize. A new, intense orgasm I could never have imagined is barrelling toward me.

“My baby.” He groans, his hands dragging me up and down his shaft now. “I’m going to fill you up. Need to, Paisley. God damn it, tell me you’ll take my seed.”

“Deep inside me,” I promise. My voice hitches. I’m close now, every part of me taut, every movement delicious and so close to the edge. “Yes…”

“You need this.”

“Yes…”

“Daddy’s gonna knock you up. Put a baby in your tummy.”

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