Page 9 of The Christmas Con

Wrapped up in being penetrated by this glorious, magical machine, I’d forgotten. I kiss him and let my tongue wander past his lips and into his mouth. It drives him mad—his pace speeding up to a more aggressive assault that rubs my clit on each stroke. I take my job seriously and even though a third orgasm is approaching I give my all to the kiss. Focusing on his lips and tongue instead of the pulsing knot of nerves at my core, begging to be filled with a hot stream of come. My orgasm hits, and I ride it out as calmly as I can. He’s right. The endorphins have turned what could have been something painful into this delicious fat cock sliding in and out of me at an expert pace. This is the kind of sex that is devastating because nothing else will live up to it.

Luca slams into me when I suck his tongue, driving his dick to the hilt over and over. I cup his face when I see his eyes close and crinkle in the corner. I slide my tongue along his bottom lip and then the top. He leaves his mouth open just enough that I can feel his warm breaths pick up. I make sure the kiss turns deadly now. He’s coming, and I give it my all, and lift my hips to match his strokes. “Your mouth is fucking poison,” he says, grinding into my cunt once more before his dick jumps inside me. He groans loudly and leans his forehead against mine. It takes long seconds for his shaft to stop pumping inside me. He doesn’t pull out, he stays inside me, lingering.

“How did I do?” I ask when he opens his eyes.

He releases a gravelly sigh and presses his lips on mine. “Too good.”

“I feel the same way.”

“That has been building up for some time.”

It would ruin the moment if I brought up the million times he’s done it on camera, so I do the only thing I can to keep him here with me.

I kiss him.

Chapter Six

The crux

AWOMAN BREAKSup our morning sex. She’s wearing a pair of sky-high stilettos and a skirt with a slit clean up her thigh. Luca doesn’t move from his position behind me when she walks in announcing her presence. Like, literally, he does not remove his cock from my body and she acts like there’s nothing weird about it. “Can it wait Kieran?” he asks, sighing. Her presence is a real inconvenience.

“No,” she says. “Obviously, I wouldn’t be here right now if it could wait, sir.” She’s holding a file folder in her left hand, tapping it against her leg. “One signature and then you can… finish.”

I’m trying to pull away, to cover myself in the comforter, or to retreat to the end-suite bathroom but he’s holding me hostage—his grip firm and demanding. I try to crawl away as I’m on my hands and knees, and he pulls me back all the way on his dick. I can’t stop it when my eyes roll back in my head. Fuck him and his magic cock.

“Cost of running your own empire, I’m afraid,” he explains to me. “I take a vacation, but business doesn’t.” He casts his voice away toward where Kieran is waiting. “Bring it here then.” He holds out his hand, stilling once again when he decides I won’t make a move to pull myself off him.

I watch in horror as the beautiful woman walks up to the edge of the bed and extends the folder to him. Kudos given because she does it without making eye contact with either of us and keeps her proud composure. She’s been witness to Luca in this situation before. Probably many times. “Pen,” Luca growls, extending his hand. The woman who I now assume is some sort of assistant hands over a pen, clicking it open.

“Are you seriously going to use my back as a desk?” I nearly screech when I feel him open the folder on my lower back.

“It’s such a beautiful back to mark the occasion of another investment closing, Elizabeth. Consider this an honor.”

I scoff and go down on my forearms to hide my breasts from the stranger in the room. There’s no way I can consider Luca a stranger after what he’s done to my body all night long. I don’t pull my ass away though. I keep it right there, because even in this damn strange, awkward situation, I still want him fucking me. It’s an odd predicament of losing all sense of self, but finding it all at the same exact time. I bury my face in the sheets while he goes over some document and scribbles his name. I hear the pen click, the folder close and when he hands it back to Kieran.

I keep my face buried until I hear the vast echo of the door clicking closed. “Luca, that wasn’t okay,” I groan, turning back to look at him. “That’s not acceptable in any country at any time. That’s awkward for me and her.”

He hikes a thumb at the door, but also starts thrusting into me. “That,” he says, grinding against me. “Was not weird. Business is business. Unfortunately, sometimes I have to mix business and pleasure. There’s no reason to not stay inside your sweet, tight pussy when all she needed was a quick signature.” That’s about the time my eyes flutter closed and I rest my head back on my forearms as he fucks me from behind in a slow dance of carnage. I hear the sucking noises as his dick slides out of me, and the expansion on all sides when he dips it back in. His hot hands pull at my hips. I call out his name in a breathless plea. “That’s what I thought. Now where were we before that billion-dollar deal butted its rude head in our door.”

I like that he saysour. It makes it seem like I belong to him. If his come all over my body and these sheets were a mark of possession, then he’s definitely mine. Like one hundred percent, dripping mine. My core is sore from the near-constant pounding, but he laves his tongue in between sessions. It’s a warm, delicate hug that brings it back to life, usually with an orgasm. That orgasm leads me to wishing his cock was filling me during it, and so it goes. Every single position, in about seven different rooms over the past four days. We’re in his massive master bedroom right now.

“Can I have your ass?” he asks, reaching around to massage my clit. He knows I’m about to come, and he’s coming in here with that ask. I turn my head to meet his calculating gaze. He slides his middle finger in his mouth up to his first knuckle. He then teases the fingertip inside the entrance of my asshole. “It’s beautiful. God, it’s beautiful. Just like every part of you.”

Startling, I jump from the unfamiliar contact. “No, I mean, not no always, no right now,” I stammer. “I need to get ready for that.” Don’t I? I remember my roommate in college, Sissy loved anal. She talked about it like it was gospel. Even though I’ve never tried it, I know there are cleaning rules required before you put stuff in an exit only. You’d think Luca would know the rules. Isn’t that part of his job?

Luca edges his finger out without saying anything else, and continues screwing me doggy style. Our breaths turn to exasperated pants as we both near climax. Our warm skin slaps against each other and the entire room smells like sex. He pulls out and flips me onto my back and kisses me while he fills me with his seed. I come then, while he’s still inside me, gripping him over and over. His breathing is ragged as he rolls off me to stare at the ceiling.

I fill my lungs with air and push it out. “I need to eat something,” I exclaim. “If we’re going to do this non-stop, I need breaks here and there.”

He clears his throat. “I’m being rude, aren’t I? I’m sorry. Once a year, I get to unleash like this and sometimes I lose track of time.”

Groaning, I roll on my side and prop my head on my hand. “Don’t remind me you have sex with other women. That’s not something I want to think about while your come is running out of my body.”

Luca widens his eyes. “Oh,” he whispers. “Sorry. Um, let’s shower and get something to eat.” I hobble off the bed and make my way to the bathroom, holding my crotch to keep from leaking on the floor, like a real lady, as he rushes past me to turn on the shower. I make a pit stop to the room that holds a toilet and an exquisite sink to pee while he gets in and starts soaping up. I can see him from my perch on the porcelain throne. He really is majestic, beautiful. Unlike me, I know exactly why he doesn’t have a significant other. Talk about batting out of my league. I’m batting in a different stratosphere.

I step into the large shower room and he turns on one of the heads he’s not using. “Now that you’re not inside me, can we talk about people walking in on me naked, mid-coitus?”

He hides a sheepish smile by looking up at the cascading water. When he doesn’t respond, I go on, “That was too much. Maybe you’re used to being viewed while in vulnerable positions, but I’m not. Can we agree to privacy for the rest of the week? Locked doors is not an unreasonable request.”

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