Page 77 of Babies for the Christmas Grump
I press harder. Faster. The wet sounds of my fingers working her fill the room.
She comes with a strangled cry, thighs trembling, pussy spasming around my hand as if she’s never been touched before, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I don’t stop. Not until she’s gasping, wrung out and wrecked, a fine sheen of sweat making her skin glow, pearlescent in the dim light.
And then I kiss her, hungry, deep and filthy, tasting myself on her tongue, before flipping her onto her stomach. I drag her hips back until her feet barely touch the floor, lining myself up behind her.
“You ready?” I rasp, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance, already slippery with her arousal.
She nods, breathless, hair a wild tangle across her flushed face. “Ryder, yes, please…”
And then I push inside her, inch by thick inch, stretching her around me, until I’m buried to the hilt in liquid heat. All I can think is:Mine.
She’s panting beneath me, fingers clawing at the desk’s edge as if she needs something to hold on to before she falls apart again, knuckles white with tension.
But I’m not giving her anything to hold on to.
Not yet.
Because this? This is mine. Her body. Her sounds. The way she trembles every time I draw back just enough to make her whimper, the sound high and needy in the back of her throat.
Her pussy is soaked, hot, tight as a vise, fluttering around me, still riding the aftershocks from coming on my hand. I drag my cock almost all the way out, watching the glistening length emerge before I slam back in with enough force to make her cry out, the desk creaking beneath us.
I grip her hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh, tilting her just right, and start pounding into her with ruthless precision. Each stroke hits deep, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the walls.
Relentless. Her wet heat grips me tighter every time I growl her name through clenched teeth.
Her breath’s coming in sobs now. “Oh, yes… more…”
Her walls flutter around me, letting me know she’s close again, so close it’s making me dizzy.
She chokes out a cry, body arching. “Ryder, please…”
“That’s it, baby. Let go.” My voice is a snarl now. “Come for me. Right now.”
Her body jerks, trembling as her orgasm tears through her. She clenches around me, soaking and shaking, every muscle in her body going taut before collapsing in helpless waves.
She sobs my name, cracked open with raw pleasure, and fuck, the way she breaks apart for me… it undoes me.
I lose my fucking mind.
I pull out of her soaking pussy with a wet pop and flip her again, dragging her to her knees between my spread legs. Her mouth opens before I say a word.
“Princess Sunny,” I murmur, gripping the back of her head as she wraps her lips around me again. “That’s it. Take me deeper.”
She does without flinching. Her throat flexes, swallowing around the head of my cock as I guide her, slow at first, then faster.
She moans around me, saliva dripping down her chin as I fuck her mouth, hips starting to move now, shallow thrusts, just enough to feel the back of her throat close around me.
I’m so close it’s torture.
When I explode, I do so with a guttural groan, hips jerking, cock pulsing hard as I empty into her mouth. Hot. Endless. Mine.
She takes it—every drop.
Eyes locked on mine the whole time because she needs it. She lives for it.
When I’m spent, she pulls back slowly, licking her lips sweetly.
