Page 5 of Curvy Girl for Santa

"Fucking look at you," he groans appreciatively. "A goddamn wet dream come to life."

I flush all over, unused to such blatant male appreciation. I start to cover myself on instinct but he stops me, pinning my wrists in one big hand.

"Don't you dare hide from me," he admonishes darkly. "I want to see every inch of this lush body. You're fucking mine now, Anastasia. My eyes only from now on, you got that?"

I shudder at his possessive tone, my core clenching with need. I can’t speak. All I can do is whimper as Ryan lowers his dark head, his scorching breath fanning over my sensitive flesh.

His hands stroke down my sensitive sides to hook into my panties. With a quick tug, he rips them away, baring my most intimate place to his dark gaze.

"Fucking soaked," he growls appreciatively, his fingers delving through my drenched folds. "So wet and ready for me."

My hips buck off the table as he finds my aching clit, circling it firmly. Electric pleasure zings through my nerves, my thighs falling open shamelessly. I've never been touched like this, never known it could feel this good. I can't think, can't breathe—all I can do is feel as Ryan plays my body like an instrument.

"That's it, let me hear you," he coaxes darkly, his fingers rubbing faster over the swollen nub. "Wanna hear those sexy sounds as I make this virgin pussy mine."

"Yours," I agree mindlessly, my hips churning into his touch. "All yours, only yours! Oh fuck..."

He brings his other hand up to pluck at my nipple as he rubs my clit, the dual sensations rocketing me higher. I can feel an unfamiliar tension coiling low in my belly, pulling tighter with every stroke. I chase it desperately, panting and moaning wantonly.

"Ryan, oh god, something's...something's happening..."

"That's it, baby. You're gonna come for me." His fingers move faster, pressing harder. "Gonna come all over my hand like a good girl."

The coil snaps.

My climax slams into me, exploding through my body in shattering waves of ecstasy. I cry out, my pussy clenching rhythmically as I shake and tremble. Distantly, I feel Ryan groan, his fingers gentling on my clit to ease me through the aftershocks.

"Fucking beautiful," he praises roughly.

Ryan's fingers slow their torturous caress as I float down from my high, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of the most intense pleasure I've ever known.

Slowly, the haze of lust clears from my mind and reality comes crashing back in. What am I doing? I'm spread out half-naked on a table, with a man I just met mere hours ago. Agorgeous, dominant man who makes me feel things I've never felt before, but still—essentially a stranger.

Shame and uncertainty flood me and I start to sit up, trying to cover myself. "Ryan, I...I don't know if I can do this," I stammer, avoiding his burning gaze. "It's too fast, we barely know each other, and I've never..."

Strong hands grip my thighs, stilling my movement. I dare a glance at Ryan's face and the intensity there steals my breath.

"I know, sweetheart. I know it's a lot," he soothes, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on my sensitive skin. "We don't have to do anything more that you're not ready for. I would never push you."

Relief floods me, followed by a confusing pang of disappointment. I should be grateful he's such a gentleman, not wishing those magic fingers would keep taking me apart.

Ryan helps me sit up, his hands lingering on my curves. "But Anastasia, you have to know..." He cups my face, forcing my gaze to his. Molten need burns in the icy blue depths. "This isn't over. Not by a long shot. You're mine now. I've tasted your sweet nectar, felt your perfect body quake apart in my hands...I can't just walk away."

I shiver at the dark promise in his words, my oversensitized body responding with a fresh gush of desire despite my nerves.

He leans in close, his stubble grazing my cheek, his husky voice a seductive murmur in my ear. "I'm going to have you, Anastasia. All of you. I'm going to claim this virgin pussy and ruin you for any other man. I'm going to fuck you so deep, so good, you'll never want anyone else."

Oh god. Liquid heat pools at my core and I press my thighs together against the ache.

"But not until you're ready," he finishes, pulling back to look at me.

I swallow hard, a whimper lodged in my throat. How does he expect me to form words when he says things like that?

As if reading my mind, a wicked grin tugs at his sensual mouth. "For now though..." His hands drift down to the button of his black slacks. "I need to mark you. Show the world this sweet, innocent angel belongs to me."

With a swift move, he frees his cock from the confines of his pants.

And oh. MyGod.

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