Page 96 of Babies for the Christmas Grump
When she finally gasps for breath, I pull her head back just enough to let her inhale. She’s a mess, red lips swollen, cheekswet with spit and tears, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“You like being on your back for me, don’t you?” I rasp.
She nods, breathless, licking her lips. “Yes.”
That one word almost undoes me. But I want more.
She barely has time to catch her breath before I’m over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, sliding my other hand down her body to the slick heat between her thighs.
“You took my cock so well in your mouth,” I whisper against her ear. “Now you’re going to take it everywhere else.”
Her body arches into me, a whimper escaping her lips as my fingers slide inside her, thrusting deep, curling just right. She’s already soaked, ready, begging with every ragged gasp.
“Please…” she pants.
I pull my fingers free and press them against her lips. “Taste yourself.”
She sucks them greedily, her eyes rolling back, and the desire damn near consumes me whole.
That’s when I flip her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so she’s on her knees. I slam into her in one rough thrust, and her scream fills the room.
Her cries echo off the walls as I slam into her from behind, the sound ricocheting through me—like gasoline on fire.
I don’t give her time to adjust. I pound into her, relentless, holding her hips steady as she claws at the sheets.
Every thrust pushes another cry from her throat, and I fucking revel in it.
I reach down, grabbing a fistful of her curls, yanking her head back until her spine arches. “You’re mine, Sunny. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps.
I release her hair only to bring my palm down hard across her ass.
The sharp crack fills the room, and she jolts, moaning into the mattress. Her body clenches tight around me, and I groan.
“You like that?” I spank her again, harder this time.
Her ass bounces beneath my hand, turning hot under my palm.
“Yes!” she cries, burying her face in the sheets, muffled but desperate.
I grip her ass with one hand, squeezing the sting into her skin, then spank her again, sharp and punishing. “That’s what I thought. You like it when I make you my good girl. Don’t you?”
“Yes, Ryder,” she whimpers, every word dripping with need.
“Good.”
I spank her again, watching her squirm under me. Then I slam back into her, driving harder, deeper, every thrust a claim.
Her whole body shudders, caught between the pain of my palm and the overwhelming pleasure I’m giving her.
I lean down, my mouth at her ear. “You’re going to come for me like this. Face down, ass red, cock buried in you so deep you’ll feel me tomorrow.”
She sobs my name, and I know she’s close, her body tightening, trembling. I spank her one last time, my handprint blooming across her skin, and that’s what pushes her over.
She shatters, screaming into the sheets, her body milking me so hard I cry out her name.
She’s still trembling, her body milking me with every aftershock, when I pull out at the very last second. The loss makes her whimper, but then I fist my cock, stroking hard and fast as I hover over her.
