Page 30 of A Season for Christmas

Last night, he’d moaned and writhed for her with the thick dilator pumping back and forth in his tight hole while she’d bobbed her head up and down on his cock. She’d swallowed every drop of his essence when he’d no longer been able to hold back, milking him as she simultaneously and vigorously assaulted his rear entrance.

Today, she wanted to take him as a man, her false cock bobbing in front of her, giving her an exquisite sense of power as he lay beneath her. No wonder men liked this position so much. Putting her hands on his knees, she pushed them back toward his chest.

“Hold on to your legs for me,” she purred. “I want you just like this.”

While he held himself in position, she was able to slick up the cock with the oils they’d purchased to go with it. Fisting the shaft, she shuddered with pleasure as the harness piece pressed against her clit. The thick length of leather looked very large compared to the small, wrinkled hole she was about to insert it into.

Samuel stared at her, his cock bobbing above his body, a single drop of pearly liquid at the tip of it. The apprehension in his expression had grown along with the excitement. His tongue flicked out against his lower lip as she pressed the lubricated tip to his entrance.

His chest filled and fell as she rubbed the tip against him, not pushing in yet but ignoring the sensitive nerves there.

Catherine felt her gaze soften as she looked down at him.

“I love you.”

He mock-scowled back at her.

“Clearly, I love you, or I would not be in this position.”

The smile on her lips spread wider. She leaned forward, feeling the pressure against her clit as the tip of the false cock began to push inside him. Samuel groaned, the same way he did when she inserted the dilators, his eyes closing for a moment as he threw his head back against the pillow, exposing his throat to her.

“Bloody hell…” he said hoarsely as the tip pushed inside him, stretching him open.

Catherine put one hand on his shin, holding his left leg in place while her other wrapped around his cock. It had started to soften, just slightly, but as soon as her hand touched him, it sprang back to full life, making him cry out again.

“Fuck!”

Samuel

Despite the points Catherine had made about the dilators, this was entirely different, and he was not sure he would be able to explain the differences to her. There was something incredibly vulnerable about being beneath her like this, not with her atop him riding him, but with her invading a part of his body he’d never expected to have invaded. And doing so not with a toy in her hand but with a cock strapped to her groin.

He felt small, exposed, and entirely at her mercy.

Her hand on his cock sent pulses of pleasure through him as she withdrew a small amount before pushing forward again. When he opened his eyes, he could see thepleasure on her face as she thrust into him, his hole aching from the intimate stretch. It burned as she went deeper, his body trying to clamp down and squeeze the cock back out, but it was relentlessly stretching him as she sank in.

Groaning, he found his back arching as the sensations became overwhelming—the burn, the discomfort, the pleasure—as she moved her hand up and down his rigid cock.

“My lady… please…” He shuddered as he made the plea, his fingers digging into his knees as he held himself splayed open for her.

“Good boy,” Catherine crooned, withdrawing again, a sensation that made him ache in an entirely new manner as he felt the false cock sliding back out of him. It rubbed against raw nerves, feeling as if she was pulling his entire being with her, then she thrust back in again, a little harder, a little deeper. “Relax. You can take it for me.”

Her words, as much as the sensations, had him shuddering and gasping again.

Discomfort made him squirm.

Pleasure made him moan.

The false cock hit a spot inside him that the dilator had broached multiple times, sending a pulse of ecstasy so intense through his body, it punched the air from his lungs. It was not until she began to withdraw that he was able to breathe again.

“Catherine!” His voice came out on a ragged, pleading yell.

She leaned in, her hand squeezing his cock as she thrust in deep, filling him completely. They both moaned as she bottomed out. She held herself in place, shifting subtly against him, rubbing her clit on the leather pressed against it and making the cock twitch inside him. Samuel whimpered and shuddered, closing his eyes as her hand movedup and down his cock, drowning him in a tumult of sensations.

“Good boy,” she murmured again, sending another pulse of pleasure through him. Her hand moved up and down, sliding over his sensitive cock, making his muscles clamp down around the one inside him. “Very good boy.”

Then she began to slide out. And back in.

This was what it felt like to be on the receiving end.

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