Page 91 of Christmas Candy

She got to her knees and unbuttoned her pants, pushing them and her panties down before working them off. I fisted my cock as she undressed, as bit by bit of her gorgeous body came into my greedy view.

I ran my hand up and down my length, pretending it was her small hand again. I pushed the sheet down and her gaze locked on my slick head. When her tongue darted to her lips, I couldn’t take another second without her being impaled on me.

“Straddle me.”

She hesitated. I put my free hand around her pretty neck. “Do it, Anna.”

She swallowed and opened her mouth to protest. I squeezed. She didn’t say a word. She slowly straddled me, taking care not to touch my cast. At that point, I didn’t give a shit if she kicked the damn thing as long as I was balls deep in her cunt within the next five seconds.

I released her neck and hit the button on the bed to put me in more of a sitting position. Her tits needed to be in my mouth as she rode me. I flicked on the light behind us, a soft glow in the dark room, then I yanked off my hospital shift, the snap buttons popping loose easily, and dropped it to the floor.

Tucking my thumb beneath my cock, I positioned it straight up. She eased onto it. I didn’t want slow, I wanted it all. Right then. I let go of the button on the bed and gripped her shoulder, pushing her down until every inch of me was embedded inside her slick pussy. She bit her lip and moaned, but I couldn’t stop. I licked up her collar bone as she adjusted, her cunt squeezing me in the most pleasant vise.

I gripped her hips and lifted her before sliding her back down to earth. “That’s it.” My fingers would bruise her. I didn’t care. Her body was mine.

Her tits rubbed against my chest, the nipples demanding attention, and I would bloody well give it. I nuzzled down her chest until I came to the soft flesh. I bit into her breast lightly, leaving teeth marks on the ripe tip. She moaned and kept the pace I’d set for her, working my cock in and out.

I nipped at her dusky nipple, teasing it lightly. Her hips momentarily lost their rhythm and she moaned, but my hands guided her back to it. I lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped, her ass slapping against my thighs. She hadn’t looked at the door once since I took up residence inside her, where I belonged.

Her dark eyes were focused on me. Her breaths were shallowing and she squealed when I bit down on her budded peak. I didn’t let up, rolling it back and forth between my teeth as she bounced on my cock.

Her moans grew louder and she threw her head back. I thrust up into her harder and harder as she plummeted onto my shaft. I released her nipple and sucked her breast into my mouth. I latched onto her perfect tit and lashed her with my tongue as my balls drew up, ready to shoot my load inside her. I refused, not until she was crying my name. I wanted her gone, checked out of her headspace and awash in nothing but the feeling of me inside her, beneath her, all over her.

“Such a hot slut, riding this cock.”

Her eyes lit when I talked dirty, upping the fire even higher.

She ran her hands through my hair and gripped, the sting of sensation spurring my hips faster, harder. I wanted to punish her, needed her to know I was the one in control even as she rode me. I moved my hand to her clit and rubbed the swollen numb with my thumb.

She moaned, the sound echoing around the room and likely audible in the hallway. I loved every single second of it.

“You going to come for me, Anna?”

“Yes.” It was a breath prayer more than an answer.

“Come all over my cock like a good girl?”

“Yes, please.” Her voice was sex. My shaft pulsed, desperate to coat her cunt with my seed.

“Say my name, Anna. Say it when you come. I want to hear who’s making you feel so good.” I pressed harder against her clit and rubbed up and down to her quickening rhythm.

“It’s you. You. I need to come. I’m there. Please.”

God, I loved it when she begged. I intended to make her beg so many more times. Enough to fill every nook and cranny of my mind with her words, her whimpers.

I surged up, getting every last bit of contact as her tight cunt throttled my cock.

“Say it and you can come, Anna. Who’s making you come?”

“Nile—” The word turned into a strangled cry as she rocketed down onto my cock and let go. Her pussy crushed me as she repeated my name, her body shuddering with each wave of pleasure. I couldn’t take the pressure, the sounds, the feeling of her body against mine as she gave herself to me.

I gripped her hips and held her down on my cock. I groaned as the first spurt erupted into her and bit her shoulder as the tsunami of release washed over me. I shoved up, lashing her with my cum as her pussy took every last bit I had to offer. When I couldn’t give anything else, I pulled her to my chest and lay back. I hit the button so that we were lying flat again. She was still panting though her breaths were slowing. I whipped the sheet back over her, though I hated losing sight of her luscious skin, and I clicked off the light.

We simply lay for a while, breathing and coming down from the high. My leg reminded me of its existence, blood rushing to it instead of my dick. It was still inside her, barely.

“This is a mistake.” Her voice was so soft now.

“No, it’s not, love.”

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