Page 128 of Sinning for Santa

“Fuck, Jax. Your cunt is so tight. So fucking hot.” He eases out and slams back in. “I don’t want this to end.”

“Don’t stop,” I pant, meeting his thrust with my own as he picks up his pace. “Don’t ever stop.”

A frenzy takes over us, moans, grunts, pants, and wet slaps filling the room as we lose ourselves in each other. His fingers find my nipples, tweaking them as he pounds me into the tiled wall, the press of his pubic bone against my clit sending shockwaves of pleasure through me, hurling me over the edge far too soon.

He doesn’t stop though, his dick pistoning into me, his breathing harsh and grunts deep as he claims my insides, and shoots me into a full bodied climax again before he finally groans out his release.

Our panted breathing is loud and echoes in the shower, steam billowing around us as the shower still runs, long forgotten by our frenzy.

“Fuck, sorry, little mouse. That was kind of rushed.”

I giggle at his words, pushing at his shoulders so he shifts enough that I can see his face.

“Fast and hard isn’t a bad thing.” I wink, and his teeth make an appearance as he smiles. Like truly smiles.

Wow.

What a beautiful sight.

“Are you fuckers done yet?” a voice comes from somewhere outside the door, and my mouth drops into an O as Devon grins, and leans to the side to push the shower door open.

“You better not have your dick out.” Devon teases as Finn comes into view, and oh my god.

I try to cover myself and realise Devon’s body is basically doing that by the way he has me trapped against the wall.

“Nope. Watching you rail your girl isn’t my kink, man.” Finn smirks, and I bury my face in Devon’s neck, mortified.

“So why the fuck are you here eavesdropping?” Devon snaps, almost sounding annoyed at his best mate.

“Play time’s over.” Finn chuckles. “There are cops at the front gate.”

Chapter twenty-eight

Devon

Leaving Jaxcen to finish up in the shower is a form of fucking torture. I didn’t want to leave her wet body, or the opportunity to make sure my cum stays inside her, but when the boys in blue come knocking, it’s best not to keep them waiting too long.

“What’s up?” Finn asks as we walk silently to the gate.

I glance at him realising I’m lost in my head, thoughts of leaving Jaxcen naked not the only thing plaguing me.

“Why are you so nosey?”

“Because I’m in love with you, why else.” He mocks and I roll my eyes.

“Shut up.”

He snickers, and I sigh, once again knowing if I don’t spill now, he’ll just bug me about it later until I do.

“If you must know, I’m feeling…” I trail off. What the fuck is this feeling?

“What? Happy?” Finn teases and I glare at him.

“No. I feel naked.”

His brows shoot up, making the scar above his eyebrow crease and sink in, reminding me of the day he fell off the motorbike and needed stitches. Fucker didn’t even cry.

“Dude, you have clothes on. You’re not naked.”

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