Page 23 of A Very Grumpy Christmas

“Anything else you want me to wash?” I ask, and she giggles as she heads into my bathroom.

She invited me and Huxley to spend Christmas with her family and friends, and we’re due to be at her eldest sister, Olive’s, house in an hour. I’m nervous to be around so many people, but Ginger is so excited, and I know that I’ll have to get used to it. These people are going to be my in-laws, my family, soon. Very soon, if I get my way.

I step into the bathroom after Ginger, watching as she turns on the shower, and she smiles at me in the mirror, giving me an idea.

“Eyes on me, baby,” I tell her, my voice low and filled with promise.

Her breathing shallows, and she watches me excitedly as I step up behind her. I keep my eyes locked on hers until her ass squirms against me. Then I grin wickedly and let my eyes drop, taking in all of her sexy curves.

She’s so perfect. Every inch of her is like a work of art.

Normally, I would be self-conscious to have my scars on full display, but with Ginger, I forget all about them. She makes me feel handsome, like I’m the sexiest man alive. She makes me see my scars in a new light.

“Spread your legs,” I order, and she hurries to widen her stance. “Wider,” I growl, and a crimson blush spreads from her face down to her full tits.

I can see how turned on she is before I even look between her legs.

“You’re soaked for me, baby. Does someone need their man to give them a nice good fuck?” I ask her, and she nods eagerly.

“Kip,” she gasps as my cock brushes against her drenched folds.

“Hmm?” I hum as I reach up, my hands cupping her breasts, feeling the weight of them in my palms.

“Please!” She begs, and I grin.

“Since you asked so nicely,” I whisper against the shell of her ear, and she shivers against me, her eyes locked on me.

I grip her hips, jerking them back until I’m lined up with her tight opening. We lock eyes once again as I slowly start to sink into her, my hands gripping her hips tightly as inch after inch slowly stretches her pussy.

“Fucking dripping for me,” I groan, and she nods, her breaths coming in short pants as I fill her completely.

She’s so tight, and I let go of her hip, reaching around and finding her clit. As soon as my thumb starts to stroke that littlebutton, Ginger gasps, her eyes darkening as her pussy clamps down on my length.

We stare at each other in the mirror, the glass starting to get foggy from the steam from the shower. I start to move in and out of her, when her phone rings.

“The party,” she gasps, and I grunt in acknowledgment, my pace picking up.

My hips slam into her ass over and over again, driving both of us higher with each thrust. She’s so damn tight, so wet and hot, and everything that I will ever need.

Ginger grips the bathroom counter tight as I pound into her. I can tell that she’s close, and I am too, but I need her to come first.

“Give it to me, baby,” I order, my thumb working her clit in tight circles.

She cries out my name, and I can’t take it.

I pull out, spinning her around and lifting her onto the counter. Then I’m slamming into her in the next breath.

“Kip!” She screams, and I grip her legs, holding them open as I rut into her.

Her tits are bouncing with each thrust, and I grit my teeth, my eyes locking with hers as she starts to come. Her juices coat my cock, her walls tightening around me, forcing my own orgasm out of me.

“Fuck,” I grit out, and she moans my name.

Steam fills the room as we catch our breath and she smiles at me.

“It keeps getting better and better,” she tells me, and I nod.

“Always. Now, wrap your legs around my waist. I’m not done with you,” I tell her as my hands cup her ass, and I lift her, carrying her under the hot spray of the shower.

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