Page 94 of Christmas Candy

Niles pushed his hard cock against my ass and my panties drenched. His other hand ripped my pajama bottoms down. His cock was already free, pressing into my ass.

“Not a fucking sound, Anna.” He released my mouth and splayed his fingers on my back, pushing me down onto the island. “You brought this on yourself.”

His head nudged to my entrance and I couldn’t stop the soft moan that lofted from me.

“Tell me you deserve this, Anna. You deserve worse – but I can’t spank you like you need, not until later. This will have to do for now. But I want to hear you ask for it. Tell me.”

I was panting as he rubbed his stiff head all over my pussy lips. He pushed me down harder, my breasts pressing against the granite.

“I-I deserve it.”

“Too right you do.” He shoved inside me and I jerked forward, but there was nowhere to go. The thin sliver of pain turned into the finest pleasure as he withdrew and sank inside me again.

I moaned again, incapable of keeping the sensations inside. His fingers clenched my back at the sound and he began pistoning into me, wet sounds echoing around the room. I only hoped they didn’t make it up the stairs to our parents’ room.

I was black powder and his cock was the match. My pussy tensed with each strong stroke. I felt his punishment, his aggression as he worked it out on me. I wanted every bit of it, every emotion he could give. Pouring it into me, he fucked me perfectly. My face against the cold granite and his cock inside my hot pussy. He grunted with the effort of his hard strokes, deep and masculine sounds that spoke to me on a primal level. I couldn’t move, my legs trapped against the cabinets and my torso prone on the island. I was his to use.

His cock thickened inside me as he thrusted. He snaked a hand to my clit and rubbed in vicious swirling strokes.

“You don’t deserve this, Anna.” His voice was guttural, animal. “I shouldn’t let you come. I shouldn’t, but I want you so fucking sated you’ll never think of running again.” He hammered me harder the more he spoke, his fingers working the pleasure from deep within me to the surface. “You going to run again?” He took his fingers away, the buildup ebbing.No!

“No!”

“You sure?” He flicked his fingers across my clit.

“I’m sure. Never. Please, Niles.”

He stroked me full on again, making me writhe beneath him even as he kept me immobile on the stone.

“Then come, Anna. All over my cock.”

He surged forward harder, his thighs slapping my ass as I rose all the way onto my tiptoes. A few more pushes and I was gone, shooting skyward and exploding. I bit down on my hand to keep my moans quiet. I didn’t know if I’d succeeded, my shuddering pussy taking precedence over anything else. It was a hard come, the tension seizing Niles’ cock and dragging it further inside as I trembled at the explosion rocking me from head to toe.

“Bloody hell,” he gritted out before pulling his cock free and grunting. I felt the hot spurts coating my pussy and ass. He shot all over me even as my pussy kept clamping down, wanting his length back inside.

When he was done, he reached next to me and grabbed a kitchen towel. He wiped me clean and then collapsed on my back, still breathing hard.

“You’re mine, Anna. All of you. If you run, I’ll catch you. There is no one else for you. Only me. Is that clear?”

He asked so much. But something clicked inside me, something that had never ever been set in motion before. “Yes.”

“I mean it, Anna.”

I took a deep breath and let it out. “I do, too. I’m yours.”

Epilogue

Christmas, One Year Later

“Beat them again. And you rowing for your life. Tell it again!” Brent clapped his knee and laughed.

We all sat on the sofa near the even gaudier Christmas tree Mom had decorated this year. Niles’ arm was around my shoulders and I snuggled into his side. I hadn’t seen him since fall break. Skyping and phone sex were great, but just being near him was making me hot all over, and in one spot in particular. His scent, clean and delicious, was all I could smell. His voice all I could hear.

He rubbed my arm, up and down his hand moved in a smooth, easy, nonstop motion. He was playing it cool for our parents, but I could sense the heat beneath the surface. I couldn’t wait for it to explode outward in a flare of energy.

He obliged Brent and started his story of rowing victory again. “Well, the Cambridge cunts—”

“Niles!” Mom clutched at where her pearl strand should have been.

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