Page 41 of Holding Out For A Holiday Hero

Like it? Like. It? “On the bed.” Snarled.

She blinked again. Then scrambled onto the bed.

He yanked open the nightstand drawer. Shoved on a condom in two seconds. Then he stood by the edge of the bed. He caught her legs and pulled her toward him.

“Aren’t you…” Her tongue darted out. “Aren’t you getting in bed, too?”

No, he was going to fuck her right there.

He pulled her even closer to the edge of the mattress. Spread her wide and stared at her pretty sex. Mine.

“What did you say?”

Had he said that part out loud?

His cock shoved against her quivering core. She looked so delicate and sexy, and he watched as she opened for him. As his dick sank inside.

As he took her.

And as she took him.

Slowly. Inch by inch. Her inner muscles resisted a bit, but he strummed her clit. He bent to lick her beautiful breasts. He made her melt for him so that she’d take his dick all the way inside. She had to be sore. He’d worked her so hard during the night.

Because I can’t get enough of True. I may never get enough of True.

A gentleman wouldn’t fuck her so relentlessly.

True once said it would be disappointing if I was a gentleman. Or something like that. And he certainly didn’t want to disappoint her.

Jake was pretty much beyond thought. Just focused on feeling her.

He sank balls deep into her. Her breath released on a soft whoosh and her eyes locked on him. He wanted to cut loose and thrust again and again and again until they were both lost to oblivion. But…

But he slowly withdrew. Until only the head of his cock lodged into her.

Then he sank back into her.

One inch at a time.

His fingers stroked her clit. Slow, light strokes.

He withdrew. Ever so slowly.

“Jake!” She thrashed beneath him. “You’re playing with me!”

No, never. I’m keeping you. He sank back into her. A little faster than before. A little harder.

True’s sex clamped so tightly around him that he was sure his sanity might shatter at any second. Definitely my control. It’s gonna shatter. I’m barely holding on.

“Jingle! Please, jingle!” Her hips surged up against him.

He couldn’t have True begging. Never that. So he gave her what she wanted. What they both needed. When he drove into her, it was faster. Harder. Her hips lifted off the bed. Her mouth parted on a gasp.

The fingers that had been working her clit stopped being quite so gentle and slow. He gave her the fast, relentless strokes that he knew she craved. Her hips shoved against him. Her sex took him and squeezed as if she’d never let go. Just what he wanted.

The bed groaned. She chanted his name. Her body strained against his.

She took me in her mouth. Now she’s taking every inch of me in that tight, hot body.

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