Page 39 of Christmas Candy

A low growl came from his throat and he flexed his fists. “That is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my fucking life.”

I grabbed the duvet and pulled it away. He was so hard, his cock darkened and the tip wet. I licked my lips and grabbed it at the base, the same way he’d done in the hallway.

His head fell back. “Fucking wildcat.”

I smiled and licked the tip. He jerked in my hand but then stilled again. It was salty on my tongue and I licked again. He looked back down to me and put his hands in my hair.

“Take it.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I opened my mouth wide and slid it in. It was thick on my tongue and I moved too quickly, trying to get as much of it in as possible. I gagged and slid it out.

“Sorry.” I blushed.

“Don’t be sorry. Your mouth feels fantastic.”

Emboldened by his words, I slid the tip past my lips again and lapped at it with my tongue. His grip tightened in my hair as I licked at him. Moving forward, I took him deeper, the tip just hinting at the back of my throat, but not enough to make me gag again.

“That is—” His words cut off into a groan as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him while moving back and forth.

I gripped his thighs and kept sucking him in and out, using my tongue to lick him as I went. His hips began to pulse against me in time with my rhythm. My pussy was drenched. This was by far the most erotic thing I’d ever undertaken.

“Look at me, Jess.”

I looked up and caught his eye as I bobbed on his cock. His jaw was tight, a vein pulsing in his neck.

When I dug my nails into his thighs and pushed him even farther inside, he ripped me up from the floor on a groan and threw me onto my stomach on the bed.

“What—”

His hands were at my shorts, ripping them down my legs. Then he was between my thighs. His palms were on my hips, pulling me back into him. When his cock hit my wet skin I shuddered.

“Remember what I said about losing control?” He wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled me against him.

“Yes.” Electricity thrilled through me as the pinpricks along my scalp increased with his tugs.

“This is it.” He pushed his head into my opening and I sucked in a breath between my teeth. I was sore, but the feel of his smooth skin went a long way to soothe the ache.

He stilled and then pushed again, then again until his hips were against my ass and I was completely filled with him. I curled my toes when he pulled out and slammed back into me, a loud slap from where our bodies converged.

Then he moved fast, in and out to a pounding beat that I felt in my clit. My breasts bounced and I had to arch my back as he pulled harder on my hair.

“So fucking tight.”

His fingertips dug into my hip and I found myself pushing back into him, relishing his aggression as it washed over me in pleasurable jolts. He leaned over my back and reached beneath me, wrapping his arm up to my shoulder and forcing me into his harsh strokes.

“You like that, don’t you Jess? You like being filled with my hard cock. I bet you’ve fantasized about this.” He bit into my shoulder and kissed over the sting. “I know I have.”

He kept pounding me, his mouth at my ear and his hand at my shoulder. Then he lifted up and splayed his fingers along my upper back.

“Down. I want this fine ass in the air.”

I bent my elbows and lay my head on the bed.

“Look at me.” His voice was coated in sex.

I craned my neck, the right side of my face pressed into the bed, so I could see him. His body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat and his muscles were in sharp relief with each hard thrust. He brought two fingers to his mouth and licked them before snaking them beneath my body. When he made contact with my clit, I moaned into the bed. His touch made my pussy clench. Bending over me again, he gripped my hair and used his whole body to thrust into me while his fingers circled my tender nub.

“I want to hear my name when you come, wildcat. Got that?”

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