Page 67 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
“Stop that. Or I won’t let you fuck me.” His threat is empty. I can feel how much his wiggling body wants me inside. Plus, he’s pouring lube on it.
“Won’t let me fuck you with my monstrous cock?” I grunt a breathless laugh.
His lips pucker in annoyance, but I can see the mirth in his eyes.
“Are you sure about this?” I turn serious. “There’s no turning back after I take you,” I warn him, because there’s no fucking way I’m going to let him go after tonight.
He closes his eyes for a moment and when he opens them again the sheer beauty and the fierce power of his feelings toward me pour from his deep hazel pools inside me just before he shoves his hips down and impales himself all the way down my thick nine inches.
He shouts in bliss as I groan in overwhelming pleasure. Tight, so fucking tight, it sucks pre-cum right out of my slit. I grab his ass in one hand and tag his head down with the other for a dominating kiss.
He’s mine, fucking mine. From his dark red hair to his pale, freckled skin, amber alert eyes, and long, strong fingers. His quick mind, badass fighting skills, sassy replies, and never-back-down attitude, all mine.
When he grinds on my lap, pushing me deeper, I break the kiss to let out a deep grunt. He starts riding me fast, bouncing that sexy-as-fuck butt up and down my dick, his beautiful lean body moving on top of me, using my cock for his pleasure. All that smooth skin covered in ink on display, I want to discover every curve, edge, and valley with my tongue.
God he feels fucking amazing, and if he keeps hammering those hips, I’ll blow inside him too soon. I grab his hips and hold him still as I begin pushing inside him, slow and steady. It drives me almost mad, the feel of his walls stretching around my cock as I thrust up and then clenching and squeezing around me as I move back out.
“You’re infuriating,” he hisses, sinking his black nails into my pecs and then moaning soon after. “Ahhh. So good.”
“Your ass, I swear to God, baby, every slide of my dick inside you is pure bliss,” I growl, grinding my teeth against the feeling ofecstasy at being inside him. I stare right into his glazed eyes as I roll my hips, opening him up more, creating a space for my cock and my cock only.
“You’re so damn big.” He whimpers as I start fucking up into him a little rougher. His expression is one of pure lust. His hard cock jolts between us, spreading pre-cum on our skin. He keeps squeezing my pecs and pulling on my nipples, sending jolts of electricity all over my body.
“You like feeling me stretching you? Making you full?” I lick his neck and bite lightly on the tattoo on his shoulder. I want him to smell like jasmine and sex and me.
“God, fuck yeah.” He grabs his hair with his tattooed hand. The inked eye is daring me to fuck harder, hammer deeper.
Never felt this overwhelmingly deep pleasure. It wants to burst out of me, to flood out of my pores and scatter into the cosmos. And it’s all because it’s Spencer. My Spencer.
He contracts his inner muscles around me, pulling me even deeper. And I can’t hold it anymore. My balls draw up tight, and I let bliss surround me, filling him to the brim with cum, blinded by the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever felt.
I hold him tight against me until my brain turns on again and my heart starts to slow down. I move my head back to look into his eyes. There’s still wariness there, mixed with want and fear. And since words don’t seem to be enough for him, I need to prove to him even more how much I need him.
“Spencer, I want you to fuck me.”
SPENCER
His words keep whirling inside my head as the first finger slips through his pucker. He grunts and pushes his ass higher, moving toward my hand.
He’s belly down on the bed, legs bent and spread wide, forehead on the mattress, hands on his ass cheeks, holding them open. A wet, submissive dream. All those tanned muscles under me, golden locks spread on the sheets, the scent of cinnamon and sex in the air.
After a few minutes, I’m driving three fingers inside him, making him moan every time I thrust.
My ass stings, and I feel more of his cum trailing down my thighs as I stretch his hole. He almost wrecked me with that massive dick of his. Even more with those soulful eyes. He looked at me like I was his entire world while our bodies were joined. It melted my heart and assuaged all of the anger and part of my doubts toward him.
Feeling him come inside me gave me more satisfaction than an orgasm ever had, his warm jizz stuffing me, rolling down my balls, slicking me from the inside.
Then he goes and says he wants me to fuck him. My head almost exploded then and there. He had slowly withdrawn the length of his cock. And it had felt awful. Like he was depriving me of what was mine. Leaving me open and exposed, hollow. I’d bitten my lip to halt the little whimper of loss from slipping out. And then I’d heard the strangled sound he’d made. “You look fucking hot, baby,” he had whispered, staring at my slick, gaping hole just before he kissed and licked it, only once, unfortunately—we’ll get back to that.
He keeps calling me baby.Baby. Baby. Baby.I…like it. Too much. Want him to say it again.What have I become?
I scissor my fingers and crook them until I find that spongy spot inside him that turns him crazy.
“Shit!” he groans, as I press against it again. He makes incomprehensible noises while fucking himself on my fingers. It’s hot as fuck; my dick agrees as I give it a couple of slow pumps.
“I want inside you. Ready?” I ask, not able to hold off anymore.
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
