Page 84 of Sinning for Santa

I palm her arse and give a squeeze as my other hand works on her clit, and just like before, her climax hits hard, so explosive that it clamps down on my cock so tight, milking my own climax without warning.

The roar that leaves me mingles with her screams and jets of cum shoot into her, reminding me that I didn’t tarp up, which is something I never forget to do.

I don’t know why, but for some reason, the idea of wearing a latex barrier with Jaxcen wasn’t going to cut it. My dick and brain had come to the conclusion, and I hadn’t questioned it, which makes me wonder. Am I trying to get her pregnant?

I mentioned it to her before.

Why the fuck would I say that?

Even though it’s a fucking crazy thought, I find myself not wanting to pull out of her. Not wanting my seed to leak from her and be wasted.

Pressing my forehead to hers, our panting breaths mingle, our gazes locking as we float back down from our highs.

“Are you alright, little mouse?” I ask, my voice husky before she nods.

“That was…” Her voice is raspy too, and I wonder if it’s from arousal or the brutal way I fucked her throat before. “That was amazing.”

I feel it then, the wetness oozing from her pussy, still wrapped around my cock.

No.

Don’t waste it.

Like a fucking psycho, I reach up and unfasten the belt from the support beam to untether Jaxcen from it, and turnwith her still wrapped around my cock, taking a few steps out into the chapel where I lower her, laying her on the floor.

Assessing my surroundings, I’m unsure how to make this work, and when my eyes land back on my belt, still wrapped around her wrists, I know what to do.

“Let’s get this off your wrists.” I reach forward and start pulling on my belt with one hand, while the other holds me up so I can remain impaled inside her.

Jaxcen helps to get her hands free, and I use my teeth to completely unravel the cuffs I made, before glancing behind me.

“Are you… just going to stay in there?” she asks, her voice a little timid now that her arousal has ebbed.

“Yep,” I reply simply, shifting our joined bodies back a little until her arse is halfway inside the confessional. “Legs up.” I demand, and even though she frowns, she obeys.

I should probably tell her what’s running through my head, but then she’ll likely run now that the lust haze has faded, so I shift awkwardly, slipping my cock free and watching some of my cum ooze out as well, which only pisses me off more.

“What are you doing now?” she asks as I quickly loop my belt around her ankle.

“Getting you ready for your next position,” I admit vaguely, and she half giggles before stopping.

“Wait. You’re serious?”

Lifting my brows, I glance at her. “You didn’t think your punishment was over already, did you?”

“Well… yeah, I kinda did.”

I shake my head, tugging the belt to make sure it won’t come off her ankle and then stand, ignoring my jeans as they slip down my thighs while I lift her ankle, forcing her hips up off the floor and secure the other end of the belt to a rail on the inside of the confessional.

“We’ve only just begun,” I admit darkly, making sure the belt is tight enough that she can’t get away.

Running my hands down her legs, I dodge her free one kicking out, while the other can’t move an inch. My path travelsunder her thighs and under her raised arse, which I’m sure is an uncomfortable position, but how else am I going to make sure my cum stays inside her?

Gravity can be a bitch, you know.

I’m now sitting so close to her pussy, and the way I have her leg strung up gives me a fantastic bird’s eye view of her glistening cunt. With my cum soaked fingers, I circle her clit, watching the way she tries to squirm away, but can’t get anywhere on account her leg is tied up.

“Don’t you want my cock again, Jax?” I ask, and her eyes flare.

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