Page 38 of Their Christmas Miracle

Holly

Ilove doggy style. Love it, love it, love it. I keep telling Josh this, but I don’t think he can hear me right now ‘cos he’s got this far-off look in his eyes, and his jaw is all bunched like he’s concentrating real hard.

I hope he’s not thinking about work again.

His fingers fold into my hip bones. He uses that leverage to start jerking me back into him, forcing me to meet his every thrust.

So now I can’t talk anymore. All I can do is moan and whine like a cat in a washing machine.

Tumble dryer?

Oven.

I don’t know, something.

My nipples are sliding over whatever the fuck silk or satin he has on his bed, and that feeling alone is fucking slaying me. Now add to that the pounding Josh is handing out? Goddamn, I’m in heaven.

One of his hands breaks free to run over my ass.

Does he like it?

It was always too big for my liking. And don’t even get me started on cellulite. Ick. But when I look behind, he’s staring down at it like he’s considering eating whipped cream from it.

Mmm… I wonder if he has a can of cream in his fridge.

Josh rakes his nails over my ass and then slips his hand over my hip bone.

I gasp when he touches my clit.

And then I start slamming back into him.

Okay, I’m not going to last much longer. I’ve been holding off as long as I can, but if he’s going to be strumming me like Cobain making love to his guitar, then I’m finished.

“Fuck, Josh, I’m so close,” I manage through desperate pants.

“How close?” Still not looking at me. Still transfixed on my ass and the in-out thrusting of his cock.

“Fucking close.”

“Me too.” His voice is strained now.

His fingers pick up speed. He fetches some lube from the abundance of it oozing out from me and smears it over my clit.

He rams into me — so fucking hard I’m left breathless — and then pulls out completely.

I stay with my ass in the air, shivering with the ecstatic expectation of him driving himself back into me… but then I just feel breath on my ass instead.

I glance around.

Josh is staring at me, mouth open as he sucks air into his lungs.

“What?” I whisper.

He bites into my ass and then flicks his fingers at me.

“Get over here.”

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