Page 169 of Sinning for Santa

Her blonde hair is like a golden halo as she rises and falls, her hands gliding up her body until they find the heavy swell of her tits, cupping them before she pinches her nipples.

A rush of wetness follows, as she does it again, and again, her thrusts coming faster each time.

I’m going to come too fucking soon. I just know it. But I can’t. I need this to last.

Fuck! Think of something gross.

I fucking try, but nothing comes to mind, because she’s all I can see, feel, hear, smell, taste.

She’s fucking everything.

“I’m going to come,” I rush out as I feel my nuts tighten, and it spurs her on, one hand moving to her mound, her fingers working over her clit.

I can’t… oh fuck, I can’t hold it.

A strangled roar bellows from me as my entire body ripples with ecstasy, Jaxcen fucking me with abandon now, her mouth wide, her cries filling the air, her eyes rolling back in her head as she fucks my cock, mashes her clit, and pinches her nipple.

As she climaxes again, her walls pulse around my cock, milking me and extending my orgasm so much so that I don’t think it will ever end.

And fuck. I don’t want it to.

It does though, basically the moment her climax recedes, her clamping walls ease up, giving my cock a reprieve until we are both a boneless tangled heap on my bed.

Fuck. I want to keep her. I want so much to keep her. To never let her leave this place so I can keep her safe and spend the rest of my days lost in her.

Andfor a moment, I allow myself to believe that I can do that. For tonight, on Christmas Eve, I’ll pretend that she’s mine, for now and always.

We remain tangled together for what seems like hours.

My cock shrivels up and goes into hibernation, and even though she’s a mess, we’re both a mess, we don’t move from the sheets.

Does she feel it too?

The end?

I know I shouldn’t think like this, yet I can’t help but once again hope that my baby is already growing inside her.

I didn’t pay all that much attention in sex ed class when I was a horny teenage boy to know exactly how impregnating a female works, other than cock in cunt, but fuck I’d be surprised if she’s not carrying a Marx heir.

Fuck. A Marx heir.

Why the fuck do I like the sound of that so much?

“Dev,” Jaxcen murmurs, sleeping in my arms.

“Yes, love.”

“I don’t want to go to sleep,” she whispers into my neck.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want tonight to end.”

Her admission makes it feel like a fist is tearing through the wall of my chest and gripping my heart in a fucking vice.

“There’s always tomorrow, little mouse,” I tell her quietly as she hums in agreement, and the next second, I feel her breathing even out as she gives in to sleep.

I feel like shit.

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