Page 93 of The Bright Side of Christmas
Her brows furrow in confusion, face tinged with irritation. ”Adam—” she starts, but then I’m grabbing her by her hips, lifting and turning her before using my foot to turn the chair so the back is to the mirror, and setting her on her knees into the chair.
The angle is fucking perfection, just like I thought it would be.
“You want to watch, sweetness?” I murmur, gripping my cock and stroking it as my other hand moves to the small of her back, pushing and sliding up as she bends at her hips over the back of the chair. She looks fucking gorgeous like this, bending over, hands on the vanity, back arched to show off her pretty, dripping cunt. I can’t help but trail a knuckle through her.
“Yes. Fuck, yeah.”
I smile at her in the reflection, eyes wild with need and lust, hips moving and shifting, trying to find some kind of relief. “You want to watch me fuck you?” I step closer to her, a hand resting on her ass.
“Please, Adam,” she moans as I notch the head of my cock into her, then hold her eyes in the mirror. “I want to watch youfuck me. I want to watch you make me come, and then I want to watch you fill me up.”
I groan at the determination in her words, the iron will that is so new and so fucking sexy, the one she really only pulls out when we’re like this, when she knows I won’t do a thing until she asks for what she wants.
And so I give it to her, slamming in deep and without warning. She drops forward, hair grazing the counter as a deep, guttural moan leaves her lips. I hiss at the pleasure of it, then move a hand, gripping her hair and lifting her head back until she’s facing the mirror again.
“Fucking watch, Wren,” I say, holding her hair tight in my hand as I slide in and out of her with ease, making her tighten around me again. She likes it when we get like this, when I tell her what to do, when I give her myowndemands. She’s never tighter around me than when I start bossing her around like this.
My perfect little people pleaser.
“It’s so hot,” she murmurs, panting.
“Fuck,” I groan, loving that I get to watch both angles like this, my hands framing the vision of her pussy taking my cock, her ass bounding with each thrust, as well as being able to watch every single change across her expressive face.
I’m shocked we’ve never done it before.
I sure as fuck will be doing it more, now that I know it’s an option.
We continue like this, my hands on her hips, holding her where I want her, fucking her hard, my gaze moving from the mirror to watch her tits bounce and her jaw drop when I go particularly deep, to her cunt that’s taking me so fucking perfectly. After a minute or so like that, her hand leaves the counter and moves to shift between her legs, but I grab it, setting it back on the counter before returning to holding her hips. She gives a confused look, then tries again.
This time, I pull back a hand and smack her ass, her own halting on its journey to her clit. Her eyes are wide, both with shock and desire, when they meet mine again.
”Adam—”
“No hands. Only my cock this time.” I now know from experience that Wren can, in fact, come from my cock and my cock alone, and that’s what I want. “Keep your hands on the vanity.”
“Adam,” she whines. “I can’t—” She tightens around me all the same, liking when I lay down the rules of what she can and can’t do. Wren likes to take charge, to demand what she needs when we’re together, but she likes it even more when she doesn’t have to think and can simply do what I ask and take the pleasure I give her.
“Yes, you can, Wren. I think we’ve proven that.” I think about Christmas Eve, when I fucked her under the tree and refused to touch her clit to make her finish. My cock jumps with the memory.
“Please, please…” she whimpers as if she feels it, her eyes hazy with need in the mirror. I continue to fuck her hard and deep, speeding my thrusts and hearing her moans grow louder and more high-pitched. Her knuckles are white on the edge of the vanity as she fights the urge to finish herself off.
“You look so fucking pretty, taking my cock like this, Wren. God, it’s a masterpiece.” Her ass moves back with each thrust, cheeks spread with the angle I have her in, and it gives me an idea. My hand shifts, sliding up, my thumb moving to press on her asshole. Her body tightens, but so does her cunt as I press harder, and I groan at the feel.
“One day, my sweet Wren, do you want me to take this?” A deep moan leaves her lips, and she groans, nodding. I stare at her in the mirror, watching every pleasure-filled change on her face. “You want me to fuck your ass, don’t you, baby?”
She nods again.
“Yeah, god, fuck.” A deep rumble of satisfaction leaves my chest at the mere idea of taking Wren here. “Fuck my ass. Please, Anything.” She’s desperate to come in any way, and I can’t help but grin at that.
“Mmm, not today. But maybe I can…” My words trail off as I apply more pressure, my hips still rocking into her, my balls tightening with the need to release, but I won’t let myself come until Wren does. I slide the very tip of my finger into her ass. A shout leaves her lips, and I grin.
Somehow, I knew she would like this.
“How about this? How about my finger?”
She nods frantically. “Fuck, yes. Finger my ass, Adam. Fuck.” This is the only time Wren curses, the only time filthy words leave her lips, and they always turn me on like no other. I fuck her with just the very tip of my finger, adding a tiny bit more each time.
I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to fuck her ass one day, but I can’t go too much, too soon, and scare her off from it. After a minute of easing to the first knuckle, of hearing her moan and beg for more, I slide my thumb in completely and begin to fuck her with it, alternating thrusts so it slides in as my cock slides out. I can barely focus on anything but maintaining the rhythm, on making sure she’s enjoying herself, for fear that if I don’t, the overload of sensation will end this early.
