Page 17 of Christmas Cheer

He releases my hip but only to spin back to my direction, grab my pigtails to lift my head, and smash his lips into mine.

I throw my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, grinding myself against the soft cotton of his sweatpants. I need him. I’m dying.

“No, I couldn’t,” he bites out when he rips his lips away from mine. “I had to go where you were, Hughes. I had to go where this ass was.”

The next spank is a quick smack, the best he can do at this angle, and it has me moaning and trying to touch him with every square inch of my body. If I could figure out a way to fuck his cock through his pants, I would. I even manage to scoot myself up so that the tip, clearly defined and pointed toward the heavens through his pants, pushes at my soaked entrance.

“Do I need to list off every guy you’ve given a piece ofmyproperty to?” Evan asks as he carries me up the stairs, in no way concerned that he won’t be able to handle it with me clinging to him.

“Do you think I could name everyone? Have you kept secrets? Do you find some random guy to fuck over Christmas break every year, or am I your first?”

“You’re my first.”

Evan fires right back with, “I’m your last, too.”

“Evan, I’m—” leaving the country. This is the end.

I’m beyond thankful when he throws me onto the bed with a sharp, “Shut up.” It’s mean, but I didn’t want to keep talking. He can give me what I want, but I can still be angry with him. That’s what I want.

There are two more spanks, both hard enough the sound echoes around the room, before Evan says, “You stay right fucking there where you belong, you got me, Hughes?”

I sure do, but also? This bed is gigantic. I eyed it up as we passed it on the way to his bathroom earlier, and I definitely had to quell some irritation over the fact that regardless of how big Evan is, this bed can fit three more people.

Yep, jealousy flared up inside me for a hot minute as I wondered how many people hehasfit in it. How many have stretched themselves over this pillowy mattress, either by themselves or in teams, desperate to get Evan Allore’s cock inside them however they could?

He’s upset that I’ve had a reasonable amount of sexual partners. I’m upset he’s had a ludicrous amount. It gets us nowhere.

Evan returns from his closet, climbing on top of me to straddle my hips and sit his ass right down on mine. I’m surprised by a thin band briefly cutting off that movement in my throat before he pushes the loose fluff of auburn curls up from the back of my neck. I hear a jingle and glance down.

He’s put a necklace on me. Once he has it clasped and lets it fall, I see that it’s a charm necklace with four jeweled puffs, small enough to be classy, just bright pops of color. I’m not sure which stone is what, but they’re in bright green and champagne yellow, dark blue and muted pink.

School colors from Wilm State as well as North Wilmington High School.

I frown, bile rising in my throat. They’re not random puffs of jewels, they’re pompoms. It’s a cheerleading thing. In fact, some of the other girls have similar ones, I just don’t see them that often because the necklaces can’t be worn with our uniforms.

“Merry Christmas, Hughes.”

His voice is so smooth, but mine is clogged with emotion as my brain rewrites every interaction I’ve ever had with Evan to figure out how he could possibly have this necklace, how I’m the only girl in the world this could be for. “I don’t have a present for you.”

“Of course you do.” He kisses the back of my neck where the clasp just landed. “Or, you will soon. I just have one question for you.”

I respond with a wordless hum as he gets off the bed at my feet and lets his hands glide down my back, rubbing deep into my flanks until they reach my ass, already throbbing from the spanking. His touch is lighter there, like he knows I’m already sore, like he doesn’t want to hurt me more than he already has.

His hands go even lower, ducking in between my thighs and pushing them apart. I try to anchor my knees on the bed, figuring that’s where he’s heading, but then he lifts one leg entirely and flexes the knee out to the side. He does the same with the other, putting me in a frog pose before climbing back on the bed.

He anchors one of his elbows next to my head, guides his cock to my entrance, then slams himself into me as he puts the entire weight of his torso on my back, pinning me down.

I grunt, but the position puts so much pressure on my body I can’t do much else.

“Why do you hate me?”

“Condom!” I eke out.

“You’re taking that pill tomorrow. I’m fucking you raw all night, getting my money’s worth. Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t!” I squeal, startled by his anger even as my insides go molten.

He thrusts in again. “You do.”

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