Page 3 of Curvy Girl for Santa

She sucks in a breath and I suppress a groan. I wonder if her pussy is already wet for me. If she's imagining me bending her over the table and taking her hard and deep.

"Thank you," she whispers, trapped between me and the tree. I should move. Ineedto move. But I can't. Not when she feels so fucking right in my arms.

Slowly, I settle my hands on her hips, thumbs stroking her softness. Her head falls back on my shoulder, a breathy moan escaping her.

"Anastasia." My lips skim the shell of her ear as I squeeze her hips, pulling her lush ass flush against my straining erection. "Tell me to stop."

She just whimpers, her hips rocking subtly against my hardness.

Fuck. Yes. I slip my hands beneath her sweater to caress the warm, satiny skin of her stomach. She trembles as I inch higher, grazing the lace edge of her bra. I cup her perfect tits, heavy and full in my palms as my fingers tease her nipples through the delicate fabric. They bead against my touch, straining for more.

I nuzzle into her neck, my lips searching for her racing pulse. She gasps as I find it, sucking hard, branding her with my desire.Mine. A primal need to claim her seizes me and I spin her to face me, my mouth crashing down on hers in a brutal, devouring kiss.

She meets me with matched fever, her sweet tongue tangling with mine as I plunder her mouth. She tastes like heaven and sin, and I drink her down like a man possessed. Desperate for more, I walk her backwards until her ass hits the edge of the table. With a swipe of my arm, I send the decorations scattering to the floor.

"Ryan," she pants against my lips, her voice husky with need. "What are we doing?"

"What we both want," I growl. I cup her face, forcing her eyes to mine. They blaze with untamed hunger, bright green flames licking at my control. "Tell me you don't feel this. This fucking heat between us."

She swallows hard, her tongue darting out to wet her kiss-swollen lips. "I...I feel it."

That's all I need to hear. I attack her mouth again, my hands roaming greedily over her lush curves as I grind against her, letting her feel exactly what she does to me. My cock is painfully hard, throbbing with the primal urge to bury myself inside her sweet cunt.

She whimpers into the kiss, her fingers clutching at the velvet lapels of my Santa jacket. I shrug out of the coat, letting it drop to the floor along with my hat. Then I'm back on her, my hands slipping beneath her sweater, skimming over her silky skin. She arches into my touch, chasing more.

"Fuck, Anastasia," I groan against the slender column of her throat. "Wanted my hands on you all damn day. Ever since I first laid eyes on you. What is it about you, gorgeous, huh? Wanted to tear that sweater off and worship these gorgeous tits."

She grinds her pelvis against my straining erection with unpracticed jerky movements.

But then another box behind us crashes to the floor, shattering the heated moment between us.

Anastasia jumps back and blinks up at me, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, chest heaving with each ragged breath.

"I...I'm sorry," she stammers, backing away and hurriedly straightening her rumpled sweater. "We shouldn't...I mean, I don't usually..."

Fuck. I scrub a hand over my face, trying to reign in my raging desire. The last thing I want is to scare her off by coming on too strong.

"No, I'm sorry," I rasp, my voice rough with need. "I got carried away. You just feel so damn good in my arms."

A pretty blush stains her cheeks and she ducks her head shyly. "I'm not...I mean, I don't have a lot of experience with..." She takes a breath. "With this," she finishes, gesturing between us.

My heart clenches. She's so fucking sweet and pure. And here I am, ready to despoil her over the goddamn Christmas tree.

I step closer, tipping her chin up to meet my gaze. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for, Anastasia. I would never push you." I brush my thumb over her plump bottom lip. "I just want to make you feel good. Worship this gorgeous body of yours the way it deserves."

Her green eyes darken with need, tongue darting out to wet her lips. "I'm just nervous. I've never felt like this before."

Comprehension finally dawns on me. “Anastasia, are you a virgin?”

Her cheeks flush and she bites her lip as she nods.

Fucking hell, there is a god.

I fell all the blood in my body rush south as I grip my cock painfully to keep from ejaculating all over myself at just the thought of being the first—no, theonlyone—to ever have this curvy beauty.

She’s mine now. Plain and simple.

"Let me take care of you," I murmur, pulling her back into my arms. "Let me show you how good it can be. We'll go slow. And the second you want to stop, we stop. Okay?"

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