Page 76 of Texting My Secret Santa

“I want you so bad. Lie on your back. Open those perfect legs.”

“Like this?” she whispers, doing as I say, making a V of her legs and presenting her glimmering haven.

I take a moment to look at her, snapshotting her thickness, her desire. Then I climb onto the bed, laying my body gently againsthers, reaching down and gripping my rod while guiding my head to her core.

She kisses me on the neck as I stroke up and down her pussy, grinding over her clit, her lips, her slit.

“Be patient with me,” she says softly.

“Always,” I grunt.

I can’t let myself think about how absurd that is.Always. After tonight …

Yet there’s no such thing as “after” when I flow into her sheath. Her warmth tightens around my shaft, caressing my tip and then my spear as I glide in deeper. She bites my lip, clutching my shoulder. I slow down slightly.

“Don’t stop,” she murmurs.

I’m on the edge of losing control, but I remember this is her first time. She wants me to lead the way.

I push into her as gently as I can when every instinct is roaring to claim her. She squeezes her thighs tighter around me. When her slit clings onto the base of my shaft, I pause, finding her lips.

“You feel so big,” she moans. “So … Oh, it’s so good. So … fucking … good …”

“Your pussy is amazing. Perfect, just like the rest of you.”

She smiles as I slide out and then push back in. Her hands fall to my sides, finding purchase on my waist as she moves her hips in time with my thrusts.

We disappear into the movements. When her moans lose any sign of discomfort, I shift my hips faster, driving into herinexperienced slit, leaning back so I can watch her tits sway and watch her eyelids flutter open and closed.

“Oh, oh.” She gasps. “You’re so deep.”

“You feel fucking sensational.”

“Yeah?”

“You look it too.”

“Oh, Asher.”

“Snowflake

She grabs the back of my arms, caressing my muscles. I plant my fists on the mattress so that I can pump my hips faster and harder. My crown hums with precome, threatening an explosion.

She bounces eagerly, beautifully, captivatingly. There aren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe how flawless she is.

“Believe you’re … sexy … yet?” I gasp, barely able to speak.

She smiles but can’t maintain the smile when so many pleasurable moans are escaping her. “Yes, yes, yes.” After a pause, she says, “Let me show you.”

She grabs me and rolls over. I laugh as she ends up on top. She grips both my hands and then shifts back and forth.

“Show me,” she whispers. “How to … ride you…”

I slide my hands over her hips. “You’re doing a damn fine job.”

“Like this?”

I guide her hips, then let out a shuddering breath when her tunnel glides down my dick at the exact right angle, her tightness caressing me, her soaked warmth making me burn with desire.

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