Page 43 of Christmas Candy

I closed my eyes, awash in the sensation of being filled, being surrounded by his scent, his body.

“Watch me, Jess. I want to see those gorgeous eyes when you come.”

I opened my eyes and stared up into his. He was rubbing me just right, his hard chest pressing into my breasts as his cock plunged again and again. My pussy began to grip him tighter and I clutched at his back, hanging on as he brought me to the edge again.

“Come on my cock. Come for me, wildcat.” His voice was guttural, strained.

I arched up to him, getting every single bit of contact on my clit. A few more hard thrusts and then I exploded in a surge of pure bliss.

He stared into my eyes as my orgasm rolled over me, delicious waves licking me as he pumped harder, pistoning into me. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn’t. I wanted him to see what he did to me, how much he made me feel every single second of ecstasy.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful when you come.” His cock grew even harder and he took my mouth again, biting my lower lip as he exploded inside me with a groan. He pumped a few more times, his cock kicking as he released. When he was finished, he eased his bite on my lip, kissing the sting away.

He sank onto me with a whoosh and wrapped his arms around me before flipping to his back, carrying me with him so I lay against his hard chest. We lay like that, him still inside me, coming down from the high and catching our breaths.

“I’m going to need a shower.” Despite my words, I snuggled against him, laying my head over the ink above his heart.

“You took one last night.” He kissed the crown of my head.

“Yeah, but sex hair only looks good on you, babe. Not me.”

He reached down and palmed my ass, giving me a good squeeze. “Everything and nothing looks good on you, wildcat.”

I smiled and nipped at his chest. “You know I love it when you call me that.”

“I know you love it when I call you all sorts of things.” He surged up, his cock trying to come back to life inside me.

“No, no, no.” I tried to push away from him. “You are not making me late for work again.”

He laughed, a deep rumble against me, and gripped my ass harder. “You aren’t going anywhere, wildcat.”

I pushed harder, knowing full well putting up a fight would seal my fate.

Just as I suspected, he grinned and rolled me over. I tried to shove him off and scoot away, but he didn’t let me escape, didn’t even let me get far enough away for his cock to slide out. Instead, he gripped my wrists and pinned them over my head.

“You know I like it when you struggle, wildcat.” He grew even harder inside me.

“I can’t be late for the associate meeting again. Mr. Avery will notice. And I don’t want to risk losing the Frost assignment.” I couldn’t help moving my hips against him. But only just a little. “Especially since I’m taking so much time off for our wedding in aweek.” I tried a chiding tone, but my hips were still working at cross purposes, rubbing my clit against him.

“I can be quick.” He pushed deeper into me as I shoved against his chest.

I bit my lip, my desire for him at war with my responsibilities. “No, I have to shower.”

“Shower, huh?” He grinned wickedly and wrapped his arms around me before getting to his knees and walking me off the bed, all the while still inside me.

“Michael—”

He kissed me, stealing my protest as he carried me to the shower and turned the knobs. Once the water was hot, he took me inside and pinned me against the cold gray tile as the water poured over us from several different angles. He relinquished my lips and kissed down my neck, still surging inside me as I wrapped my legs tightly around him. I thought I was sated, that he couldn’t wring another burst of pleasure from me, but the building pressure between my thighs said differently.

“And you say I don’t know how to multitask.” He laughed against my skin and bent his head to my nipple, taking it in his mouth and nipping at it.

He pushed in and out slowly now and reached down to my clit.

I moaned as he pressed his thumb against it and tried to push my hips away from him and back into the wall.

“Too much, wildcat?” He stood straight and stared into my eyes.

“Yes.”

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