Page 40 of Their Christmas Miracle

Holly

He’s so deep inside me, filling me, stretching me around him. There’s no space he hasn’t filled — he has my mouth, my pussy, everything.

But I want more. I want to feel him coming inside me.

Those strokes on my clit become hard, tearing me apart. My muscles are so tight, I can barely fuck him back, but I’m trying. I’m trying so hard I can hear myself screaming in the back of my throat.

Josh slams into me hard enough to eviscerate my breath.

He bites my lip.

And then I’m coming so hard, I can’t feel anything else except that blinding pleasure. That aching, tearing bliss searing through me.

I hear Josh groaning deep in his throat. Feel pressure as he forces me hard against the headboard. The muscles in his shoulders tighten, shivering under my hands.

My clit’s screaming in agony, but I don’t want him to stop. His hand goes around the back of my throat, gripping me bruise-hard. His mouth is still against mine, and the breath he releases pours hot and violent over my lips.

As hot and violent as the load his cock pours into me.

I shudder, going limp. But he holds me, thrusting into me again, pinning me against the wood.

A last time, keeping me propped up.

And then he slowly lets me slide down.

The sheets are damp, sticking to my skin. But he cradles me, drawing me down until I’m lying under him. He’s so heavy, so hot on top of me.

And he’s still inside me, pulsing.

I finally manage to open my eyes. He’s staring at me all confused-like with a frown between his dark eyebrows.

“What?” My voice quavers.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. He shakes his head and lowers his forehead against mine. “Just… fuck.”

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