Page 83 of Sinning for Santa

Her climax is explosive, her cries almost screams as she comes apart on my face, her body jerking violently above as she hangs from my belt.

The moment she falls limp, I’m up off the floor, tearing her panties from her lips as I line my cock up, no longer able to hold back, and slam into her.

This has her back arching as she stiffens, her inner walls tight as they squeeze my cock like a vice.

“Fuck, Jax. Tell me you weren’t a virgin,” I rasp, worried I’ve just impaled her and brutally torn her hymen.

She said she wasn’t, but maybe she was lying. Maybe she really was a fucking virgin and I’ve just gone and torn into her.

“I w-wasn’t,” she mutters, as if in pain, but I don’t fucking believe her.

Easing back, I assess her face, her blue gaze glistening with unshed tears.

“I don’t understand. If you weren’t a virgin, then why are you in pain.” I go to slip out of her, but she shakes her head frantically, her legs wrapping around me to hold me in place.

“It only happened once with… someone else. I was sixteen. I also tried a vibrator a couple of years ago, but Eddie found it and threw it out, telling me I was beastly and perverted for using it.”

“That fucker is going to die,” I hiss, and her lips kick up slightly.

“I had the same thought at the time. Well, more or less.”

My gaze dances between her eyes for a beat, studying her for a lie or uncertainty, but I don’t find it.

“So once, eight years ago, a man had sex with you, and that’s it?”

She nods, her cheeks flaring again as her gaze drops in shame.

“Don’t do that.” I lift her chin with my finger, forcing her eyes back to mine. “Don’t be ashamed of your past.”

She stares at me for a long moment, a single tear rolling from her eye before she speaks. “If you kidnap me again next Christmas, I might tell you why I’m ashamed of that.”

A deep rumble sounds in my chest at the thought of kidnapping her again. Not because I don’t like the idea of it, because I fucking do, but because I don’t want to give her back to her old life.

“I’ve changed my mind about that,” I tell her, watching her expression fall, but I just smirk, like the prick I am. “I don’t think I’ll let you go. I might just keep you here as my prisoner, to have as my treat every fucking day.”

Her blue eyes brighten, and fuck, I can tell she likes the sound of that.

“Would you let me fuck you like this every day, little mouse?” I ask, slipping my fingers between our bodies to press to her clit.

A moaning gasp escapes her, and she eases her leg lock around me to give me better access as I start circling her needy bud.

“Would you like me to fill you with my cum in every hole?”

“Yes,” she admits, so I slowly start moving inside her, feeling her slickness build.

“Would you sit on my face, and smother me, taking everything you need without stopping until I’m drowning in your juice?”

“Oh… Yes.” Her lids flutter closed, and I grin.

I bet she’s picturing it.

“Fuck, I want that,” Iadmit before latching onto her neck and sucking like a fucking teenager desperate to give my girl a hickey necklace.

And fuck, that’s exactly how I feel.

She’s my girl, and I’m marking her.

The way her cunt squeezes my cock is unlike anything I’ve felt. She’s hot and wet, and her needy cunt sucks me in like it can’t bear to let me retreat.

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