Page 35 of Their Christmas Miracle

Josh

Holly draws a long, unsteady breath as my dick presses against her entrance. There’s resistance — neither my fingers or hers did a good enough job of opening her up for me. She leans back, resting on her hands, and lets her head fall back.

Pity. I loved the way she was holding herself for me. My hands slide up the inside of her thigh.

Need more space — I don’t want to hurt her any more than I have to. My fingertips disappear into her pussy, and I gently draw her open. Wetness and warmth flood over my fingertips.

Holly groans as I bury the tip of my dick into her.

God, it feels unbelievably good.

My hands slide up and over her hips. Around to her ass. I cradle a cheek in each hand, squeezing softly. Another sound — more a moan this time. Her head is still back.

I sink my fingers into her skin.

And drive my dick all the way into her, as hard as I can.

Holly lets out a surprised yelp, jerking. Those tiny peaks of hers jiggle, and she grabs one of them absently as her head jerks up. She stares at me, open-mouthed with surprise, pleasure, anticipation.

So I tug out slow, so very slowly, and force my way back into her again.

“Oh God,” she moans, squeezing the hell out of her breast as she stares down at where I’m buried balls-deep inside her. “Yes.”

“Yes?” I sound a bit out of breath already, but I know it’s just the tightness in my chest.

“Fuck, yes.” Her eyes flutter as I draw out and thrust hard into her again.

She slips off her heels, landing flat on the bed. Which I take as my cue to begin fucking her in earnest.

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