Page 15 of Curvy Girl for Santa

At his secluded cabin, a fire crackles invitingly. Ryan pulls me onto the plush rug, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I thread my fingers through his hair as he trails kisses down my neck.

Our kisses grow more urgent, hands exploring with newfound intimacy. The firelight dances across Ryan's chiseled features as he gazes at me with unmistakable desire.

I've never felt so alive, so wanted. As passion consumes us, I know nothing will ever be the same.

This man has changed me, and I want nothing but him.

Ryan's strong hands grip my hips, effortlessly lifting me onto his lap. My curves mold against his hard body as our lips reconnect, hungry and desperate. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting of cinnamon and desire.

"Anastasia," he growls, voice rough with need. "You're driving me wild. I can’t think of anything but you, beautiful. Need you twenty-four hours a fucking day."

I whimper, grinding against him. "I want you, Ryan. So much."

His fingers trail fire along my skin as he slowly unbuttons my sweater. Each newly exposed inch makes me shiver with anticipation.

"You're breathtaking," he murmurs, blue eyes dark with lust.

The heat from the fireplace caresses my bare skin, but it's nothing compared to the inferno building between us. I arch into his touch, thoughts hazy with pleasure.

His lips blaze a trail down my neck as the last button comes undone. I moan, lost in sensation.

Ryan slowly peels my sweater off my shoulders, exposing my heaving breasts encased in black lace. His hungry gaze sears into me, igniting every nerve ending.

"Fuck, baby, look at you," he groans. Large hands cup my tits, thumbs brushing over my pebbled nipples through the flimsy fabric. I gasp, arching into his touch.

I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He helps shrug it off and I rake my nails down his sculpted chest, reveling in his sharp intake of breath.

"You're going to be the death of me," Ryan growls before sealing his lips over mine in a bruising kiss. I open for him instantly, our tongues tangling in a sensual dance.

I grind against the thick bulge straining his pants, soaking my panties with my arousal. He groans into my mouth, gripping my ass to press me harder against him.

"I need you," I pant. "Please, Ryan..."

In a flash, he flips me onto my back on the plush rug. The firelight flickers across his chiseled body as he looms over me,eyes smoldering with raw desire. I've never felt so wanted, so consumed.

He makes quick work of my bra, freeing my aching breasts. I cry out when he takes a nipple into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. His hand kneads my other breast, rolling the nipple between clever fingers.

"Ryan, yes!" I moan shamelessly, fisting my hands in his thick hair to hold him to me. He lavishes my tits with attention, sucking and nipping until I'm writhing beneath him.

His lips travel down my quivering stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He nuzzles the soft curve of my belly before hooking his fingers in the waistband of my leggings.

Ryan peels them down my thick thighs along with my drenched panties, spreading my legs wide. I flush under his intensely appreciative stare, juices seeping onto the rug.

"Gorgeous," he rumbles. "My favorite dessert."

Then his face is buried between my thighs and I nearly scream at the first swipe of his tongue through my folds. He groans at the taste of me, lapping eagerly. Sparks shoot up my spine as he focuses on my swollen clit, sucking it into his mouth.

"Oh fuck, don't stop!" I sob, undulating my hips against his face.

He releases my clit to thrust his tongue inside my weeping entrance, fucking me with it. I thrash my head at the exquisite pleasure, seeing stars. He licks and sucks, working me into a frenzy.

Two fingers plunge into my soaked channel, curling to stroke my g-spot as he suckles my clit. The dual sensations make my back bow off the rug, a hoarse scream ripping from my throat.

"That's it, baby. Let me hear you," Ryan rasps against my pussy. "Come all over my tongue."

His filthy encouragement and relentless ministrations send me flying apart. I convulse, thighs clamping around his head as Igush into his eager mouth. He laps up every drop, prolonging my intense orgasm until I collapse, boneless and gasping.

"I’m going to eat this pussy every day," he growls, crawling up my body. His lips claim mine in a searing kiss and I moan at the taste of my essence on his tongue.

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