Page 4 of Curvy Girl for Santa

She nods against my chest and I feel her melt into me, surrendering to the desire sparking between us. Slowly, reverently, I slip my hands under her sweater again, savoring the feel of her silky skin. She shivers and arches into my touch, a breathy little moan spilling from her lips.

"That's it, baby," I encourage, my fingers skimming the lace of her bra. "Just feel."

I trace the scalloped edges, teasing her with barely-there caresses before cupping her perfect tits in my palms. They overflow my hands, soft and full and fucking made for my touch. I squeeze gently, molding her curves as my thumbs graze her nipples. They pucker and strain against the delicate fabric, begging for my attention.

"Ryan," she gasps, my name a plea on her tongue, and holy fuck I’ve never heard anything hotter. My name in her sweet voice…fuck, it’s enough to make me nut right here and now.

"I got you." I nip at her ear. "Need to see you. All of you."

She nods shly, and with a growl of pure male satisfaction, I peel Anastasia's sweater up and over her head, revealing the most magnificent pair of tits I've ever laid eyes on. Full, heavy globes encased in delicate lace, nipples straining against the fabric, just begging for my mouth.

"Fucking perfection," I groan, palming her gorgeous curves reverently. "I could come just from looking at you."

Anastasia whimpers, arching into my touch, and I can't hold back another second. I yank down the cups of her bra, freeing her bountiful tits to my hungry gaze. Dusky pink nipples, puckered and pebbled, crowned by pale, creamy flesh.

"Oh god, Ryan..." She tosses her head back as I lower my mouth to her breasts, sucking one aching peak deep. I lave her with my tongue, teasing the sensitive bud until she's panting and writhing against me.

Her hands scrabble at my shoulders, nails digging deliciously into my skin as I switch to her other nipple, giving it the same devoted attention. I could spend hours just worshipping her tits, losing myself in her supple curves.

"You taste so fucking good," I murmur against her breast. "Sweet ambrosia. I could feast on you forever."

Anastasia mewls, a desperate, needy sound that has my cock jerking in my pants. Fuck, I'm so hard it hurts, my erection throbbing in time with my racing heart. I grind myself against the juncture of her thighs, right against her molten heat, and nearly explode at the damp warmth I find there.

She's wet. Soaked through her panties, all for me. The knowledge makes me dizzy with want.

"Feel that, sweetheart?" I press my rigid length firmer into her softness, groaning at the friction. "Feel how hard you make me? I'm fucking dying for you."

"Oh god...oh Ryan..." Her hips undulate against my cock and it takes every shred of my control not to rip her pants off and plunge into her right there.

My hands migrate from her breasts to her lush ass, palming the ripe globes possessively. I squeeze and knead, pulling her tight against my straining zipper as I grind into her, mimicking the act I'm dying to perform.

"Fuck, that ass," I growl into the fragrant curve of her neck. "Want to mark it, make it mine. Want everyone to know this juicy, perfect ass belongs to me now."

Daringly, I deliver a light smack to one cheek and she yelps, her eyes flying wide with startled pleasure. My mouth goes dry atthe glazed, wanton look on her face. She likes that. My innocent angel wants to be claimed, dominated.

And fuck am I the man for the job.

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Anastasia

His hands scorch my skin,leaving trails of fire in their wake as he gropes my ass, pulling me flush against his rigid erection. I can't stifle the moan that spills from my lips, a desperate, wanton sound that hardly seems like it could come from me.

But that's the effect Ryan has. He makes me wanton, desperate, needy in a way I've never been before. His touch consumes me, burns through my hesitance until all I can feel is the molten ache between my thighs, the empty throb that begs to be filled by his thick cock.

"Ryan," I whimper, grinding my hips against his, chasing the delicious friction. "Oh god..."

He growls, a primal, hungry sound, and starts walking me backwards until my ass hits the edge of the table. With a swipe of his arm, he sends the decorations scattering to the floor. Tinsel and glittery ornaments rain down around us but I barely notice,too consumed by the inferno raging in Ryan's eyes as he stares down at me like he wants to eat me alive.

"Gonna spread you out on this table and feast on your pretty pussy," he rasps, his big hands already working at the button of my jeans. "Gonna tongue fuck your virgin cunt until you scream for me."

Oh god, oh god, oh god. This is really happening. Ryan, this gorgeous, dominant man is about to have me—shy, inexperienced me—right here on the community center table. It's wrong, it's dirty, it's...

It's exactly what I want. What I need. To be taken, claimed, dominated by this man until I can't remember my own name.

He tugs my jeans down my legs and I step out of them with trembling legs, leaving me in just my bra and panties. Ryan's heated gaze rakes over me, his pupils blown with lust, his chest heaving.

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