Page 28 of Stuffing His Stocking

I pull my lips between my teeth as my cheeks begin to heat.

He kisses the tops of my breasts, grabbing handfuls of my ass, then guides me to slightly rise until the tip of his dick prods at my entrance. My gaze locks on his and my grip tenses on the couch when I slowly sink down on his hard, thick cock. Airrushes from my lungs as the sensation of being full overwhelms my senses and I begin to pant.

Leaning forward, I bring my mouth to his, relishing the feel of him being inside me. But the need to come urges me to move, and my hips slowly rock against his massive thighs. I break the kiss, giving in to my pleasure, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. My senses are overloaded when his thumb finds my clit and his eager mouth returns to my breasts.

“I… I’m almost…” I struggle to speak between my terse, shallow breaths.

“Come with me. I wanna feel your pussy gushing on my cock.”

Circling my hips, I chase my orgasm and ride him hard while he adds pressure to my clit. Then my movements falter and I lose control, so Dylan grabs my hips and takes over. I hold on tight while he rams himself inside me, fighting to breathe as he fills me up. It feels so good and I try to hang on longer, but pleasure washes over me and my walls clench around him.

“God,” I pant, holding still as Dylan thrusts his hips upward, slamming his big dick into me.

Then his muscular arms wrap around my waist, keeping me in place while he uses my body to make us both come. Over and over, his cock reaches deep until my eyes roll back and I begin to tremble.

“Fuck, baby,” he hisses when he comes, but I barely hear him over the rushing sound coursing in my ears.

Erotic bliss flows through me, and after a few more thrusts, he settles my body on his lap. The tiny pulses are almost imperceptible, but a smile sweeps over my face at the knowledge that I’m making him come.

Gently skating his calloused palms over my back, Dylan kisses every inch of my skin he can reach. My heart beats wildly and my core continues to quiver until he finally lifts me off himand we lie down on the couch. Exhausted and breathless, I curl against him, wrapped in the safe cocoon of his arms. Then reality starts to creep in, and my mind is overrun by worried thoughts.

What would my mom think if she found us right now?Will she see love or a scandal when we finally tell her about us?

My chest tightens at the idea of her not accepting our new relationship.

“Hey,” Dylan’s voice rumbles against my ear. “You’re tense all of a sudden. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I lie, because I don’t want to ruin the moment.

“I know that’s not true, baby,” he murmurs before rolling onto his back and dragging me on top of him.

His embrace tightens protectively around me, as if he can shield me from my own thoughts. I close my eyes and let myself sink deeper into his arms, the rhythm of his heartbeat a reassuring anchor.

This man is everything, and I’m falling in love with him harder and faster than I ever imagined possible.

11

DYLAN

The city lights flicker in the reflection of Liv’s eyes, as we walk down the bustling street on New Year’s Eve. Her silky curls bounce with each step, and I’m struck by how effortlessly beautiful she is in her emerald-green dress. The days since Christmas have flown by like magic, and I can’t believe it’s the end of the year.

“Do we have to go back to reality soon?” she quietly whines, and I give her hand a subtle squeeze.

Her doe-eyed gaze meets mine with a mix of excitement and worry swirling in its depths. “I know, but we’ve been living in our own little holiday bubble for over a week,” I whisper. “We can’t stay here forever.” I silently wish we could while we walk alongside Carol, heading to an upscale restaurant downtown.

“Honestly, Dylan, I’m shocked you were able to get a table for tonight. They’re usually booked for weeks.” Carol glances at me as I escort her and Liv inside.

“I might’ve done some name-dropping to get us in, but at least it worked.”

The hostess confirms our reservation, then shows us to a quiet table in the back.

Throughout dinner, I can’t help but reflect on how seamlessly Liv and I fit into each other’s lives. The conversation flows easily between us, punctuated by laughter and the clinking of glasses. I’m sure it wouldn’t have been this way when we first met, and I’m grateful things played out the way they did for us to arrive here at this exact moment.

As we finish our desserts, I turn to Carol. “Are you sure you won’t join us to watch the ball drop?”

She shakes her head with a thoughtful smile on her lips. “Oh, honey, I’d love to, but I’ve got an early volunteer shift at the hospital tomorrow. You two go enjoy yourselves.”

We finish our meal and accompany Carol back to the car, watching her drive off before we head to a New Year’s Eve party. It’s an exclusive event, held at a private club on the top two floors of one of the high-rises downtown. Sipping glasses of champagne, we mostly keep to ourselves while we enjoy the live music and observe the city lights below us.

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