Page 23 of A Game-Changing Christmas

Warm hands slid down the strong width of Lance’s back, and he shuddered and closed his eyes, thankful for Allison’s temporary reprieve.

“Whatever you’re going through, you will find a way to bring forth a positive outcome.” Her tone was low, and her chin held up as she spoke positive affirmations in his ear.

“Are you sure about that?”

“I’m certain. You have a knack for solving problems.” Allison pushed a heated kiss into the corded muscle of his shoulder.

“What if fixing the problem means confronting an old friend?” He paused. “Someone who isn’t a friend any longer?”

“I believe in you, Lance. I know your heart and have experienced your care firsthand. If a relationship with this friend is worth salvaging, you’ll find a way to make peace.”

He turned his head to kiss the hand she rested on his shoulder.

“I love you,” his thick voice drummed. He turned full circle, simultaneously wrapping Allison in the shield of his torso.

“And I…” she kissed his lips, “love…” she kissed him again, “you, too.”

He consumed her tongue and covered her lips with the range of his mouth.

“Mmmm…” Allison moaned as a rushing torrent of heat seized them both, attacking every nerve that made up their chromosomes.

Lance covered her bottom with the palms of his hands and scooped her in a graze up powerful thighs to his waist. Pelvis to pelvis, Lance’s fingers dug into the softness of Allison’s bare ass while engaging her center with the body of his shaft. The erect length of his dick punctured her clitoris, and Allison squealed then moaned as a string of resplendent tingles charged between her thighs.

Her head fell back, an open invitation that Lance accepted with his mouth. Branding a barrage of heavy kisses down the arc in her throat, Lance invaded Allison’s womb from below, filling her body with the mill grinding thrust of a jack hammer.

“Aaaah! Oh my God!” She screamed, toes curling and body igniting with fire.

Her arms slipped from his neck, and she clutched his shoulders, but the force of his repetitious plunges rendered her weak, and she lost her grip. “Lance…” she purred; reaching, grabbling, pulling; penetrated by each pressurized stroke he gave.

He sealed a kiss into her face then trailed to her ear.

“I love you, beauty.”

Allison found the grip she searched for, coiling her arms around the hills of his shoulder on a moan.

“And I… mmmm… baby.” She bit her bottom lip as her hips rotated the girth of his dick.

“You what?”

His breath tickled her neck, and Allison clenched the walls of her vagina. Lance made her pay for it, turning her back into the wall and pushing her knees to her shoulders with a calamitous spring of his hips.

“Oooooh weeee! Oh my— Lance!”

“You what,” he growled, pummeling her pussy as her wails bounced off the high ceilings.

Tears crept to the corner of her eyes.

“You what…”

“I… love you… damn it!”

Lance crushed his mouth to hers, stimulated by their sacred connection. Wrapped in an array of heat, their two hearts beat with the same rhythm, and together, they rode an orgasmic wave again and again throughout the stretch of the night.

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