Page 16 of Curvy Girl for Santa

"I need you inside me, Ryan. Now," I whimper desperately.

"Fuck yes," he growls.

He stands just long enough to shed his pants and boxer briefs. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his impressive erection bobbing against his chiseled abs, the thick head glistening with precum. I lick my lips hungrily.

Ryan settles back between my splayed thighs, the blunt tip of his cock nudging my entrance. We both groan at the contact, the air crackling with tension.

His darkened blue eyes bore into mine as he notches himself at my opening. "You're mine, Anastasia. This sweet cunt belongs to me."

"Yes, yours! Please..." I mewl, trying to impale myself on his thick shaft.

With a possessive snarl, he snaps his hips and buries himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. I cry out, back arching off the rug at the sudden invasion stretching me. He's huge, splitting me open so deliciously.

Ryan sets a punishing rhythm, sawing in and out of my dripping pussy with deep, pounding strokes. The wet slapping of flesh and our harsh panting fills the room.

"Fuck, you're so tight. Squeezing my cock like a vice," he grunts, angling his hips to go even deeper.

"Ah! Oh god, Ryan!" I keen, seeing stars as he hits that magic spot inside me over and over. My nails rake down his flexing back, surely leaving marks.

He bends to take a nipple into his mouth, biting down just shy of pain. I thrash beneath him, lost to the intensity of his possession.

"You take my cock so good, baby. Fucking made for me," Ryan growls around my breast. He wedges a hand between our sweat-slicked bodies, finding my swollen clit. I nearly convulse when he pinches the sensitive nub.

"I'm so close! Don't stop!" I wail.

"Come for me, Anastasia. Let me feel this perfect pussy milk my cock," Ryan commands, voice rough with strain as he fights his own impending release.

He rolls my clit between his fingers, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with his relentless thrusts. It's too much, the dual sensations hurtling me towards the edge at breakneck speed.

"Ryan!" I scream, my pussy clenching around him like a vise as I detonate. Wave after wave of mind-numbing ecstasy crashes over me, my entire body quaking with the force of my orgasm.

"Fuck yes, just like that," he snarls, pistoning his hips furiously to work me through the aftershocks. The obscene sound of my cream squelching around his driving cock only heightens my pleasure.

With a guttural groan, Ryan buries himself to the hilt one last time before pulsing deep inside me, painting my clenching walls with thick ropes of his seed.

"Mine," he growls, sinking his teeth into the junction of my neck and shoulder to mark me as he spills into my still fluttering cunt.

I keen at the pleasurable pain, trembling as he fills me to the brim with his release. We cling to each other, chests heaving, hearts pounding in sync as we float down from our mutual high.

Ryan gentles his grip, peppering tender kisses across my face.

I cup his chiseled jaw, gazing up at him adoringly.

“I’m going to take care of you. You know that, right, baby?” he tells, his voice and eyes serious as he gazes down at me with that smoldering intensity.

My exhausted pussy clenches weakly at his declaration, a whimper escaping my kiss-swollen lips. Ryan chuckles, the sound a sinful rumble against my over-sensitized skin.

Slowly, reluctantly, he withdraws from my well-used sheath. We both hiss at the sensation, already mourning the loss of our connection. Evidence of our coupling trickles out of me, the primal sight making his spent cock twitch against my thigh.

Ryan scoops me up bridal style, carrying me to the plush fur rug in front of the hearth. He lays me down with the utmost care, settling behind me to spoon my curves against his firm body.

I hum contentedly, basking in his warmth and the heat from the crackling fire. His fingertips dance across my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"I could stay here forever, just like this," I murmur dreamily, threading our fingers together over my stomach. "You make me feel

"I could stay here forever, just like this," I murmur dreamily, threading our fingers together over my stomach. "You make me feel so safe and cherished. Like nothing else matters but this moment right here with you."

Ryan nuzzles into my neck, his stubble deliciously abrading my sensitive skin. "You are cherished, Anastasia. And I'll make you feel that way every single day if you let me."

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