Page 37 of Their Christmas Miracle

Joshua

Holly writhes and bucks under me, completely disregarding my order for her stop. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she had somewhere else to be.

Maybe she does.

Well, tough cookies.

“Stop it,” I manage through gritted teeth.

If I didn’t control our speed, angle of thrust, grinding of pelvises, the whole shebang… then there would be no telling when I climaxed. But it would probably be within the next five minutes.

And now that I had this rainbow-haired mermaid naked, spread, and titty-bouncing on my bed, I wasn’t about to let her go.

“Ah,” Holly says, her eyes sliding closed as she shivers deliciously around my dick.

Enough is enough.

I land a slap on her ass. Not hard, mind you — just enough to get her attention.

It does. But it also makes her moan like a goddamn harpy, and that sound alone almost sends me plummeting off the cliff.

I jerk out, tensing in expectation of spewing cum all over her pretty little legs, but someone’s definitely on my side tonight — I manage, barely, to contain myself.

Holly’s legs slide against mine as she squirms and wriggles around under me.

“Josh, get back. Josh.”

She sounds as petulant as a damn kid asking after her allowance. So, instead of ‘getting back,’ I grab her hips and flip her over. She lets out a surprised gasp and immediately shoves her ass in the air.

Good God, what a view.

My dick jumps up as if it’s straining to get back inside that wet hole of hers. And I won’t deny it any longer, the poor thing.

I get to my knees, use my thumbs to wrench Holly open, and bury myself as deep inside her as I can go.

She moans, pushes back into me, and glances at me over her shoulder.

“Hard, Josh.”

“Harder?” I’d already been giving her my everything… what the hell else did she want?

Her eyes flutter. “Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone before.”

I stare at her.

She shudders and tightens around my dick as she lowers her head onto my bed, giving me a last, petulant simper over her shoulder.

“You scared?”

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