Page 10 of Tangled Up for Christmas

In the next instant he barges over the threshold, slamming the door behind us, and catches my lips with his; his strong, hard body crushing against my softness in all the right ways. His tongue probes my mouth, hungry and full of need.

Between us, my hands wander down his torso, unbuttoning his flannel shirt as I go. My fingers splay over his delicious and perfectly defined abs as he runs his through my long hair, devouring my mouth as if it were his last meal. With anxious fingers I unbuckle his belt and unzip him, my eager hands releasing him. His cock is already hard, and the compliment is not lost on me. To think that this incredible specimen of a man finds me so attractive has me melting against him like putty.

In the next heartbeat, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing at all. He carries me to the bathroom, where he puts me down momentarily to step out of his jeans, and pull his shirt and wife-beater over his head. Then, gloriously naked, his tears me pretty negligee from my body with his bare hands and guides me backward into the shower.

Turning on the water, he adjusts the temperature and flow like an expert, before hiking me up and pressing my back to the tiled wall. He bites my neck and nibbles each nipple, then lifting me up, guides me onto his rock-solid cock.

I sheath him like a glove. It’s like I was made for him.

With his strong hands holding the plump globes of my ass, he thrusts like a demon, plowing into me with deep and unforgiving strokes-driving the very breath from my lungs.

My cunt aches with need, and I purposely contract around him, gripping him and releasing him, heightening his pleasure until he’s panting against my throat. “Oh, God. Yes,” I moan. “I’ve missed you.”

“Princess,” he growls. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you these past weeks. If you hadn’t called, I was prepared to stalk you. I had a feeling about us.”

I throw my head back, the cool tiles in stark contrast to our hot bodies. “If I was going to be stalked by anyone, I’d want it to be you,” I breathe, gasping with every plunge of his cock into my depths as I ride him.

“Fuck, baby,” Dane curses, the water running in rivulets over his exquisite muscles in a way that makes every inch of me ache. “I’m going to come.”

“Not without me.” Closing my eyes, I drive down as hard as I can, forcing him to pummel that place inside me that pushes me over the edge and into body-quaking oblivion.

“Now, Princess. Come for me.”

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EPILOGUE

Dane

Jennika’s face is theperfect blend of heavenly pleasure and furious intensity as her orgasm washes over her in brutal waves of thigh-shivering ecstasy.

I dig my fingers into the flesh of her ample ass as my cock explodes inside my baby-mama and I re-stake my claim on the most deviant and beautiful, submissive woman I’ve ever met. “Fuck,” I groan, turning off the shower with one hand as I carry her from the bathroom.

My princess wraps her arms around me, burying her face into my neck, still impaled on my cock. “Thank you,” she whispers against my hot, damp skin. “That was amazing.”

“You don’t need to thank me, baby,” I say as I wander down the short hall to her bedroom. I drop backwards onto the bed, taking her with me.

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