Page 12 of One Night at Christmas

“Bryson, please…”

“Shh, baby. Let me go slow. I don’t want to hurt you for anything.”

She buried her face against his shoulder as he brought his weight down on top of her. Her heart thundered. She’d always loved the size and weight of a bigger man, enjoyed feeling him crushing her into the bed. It turned her on for some reason.

Bryson leaned up to kiss her briefly before concentrating on pulling her knees up. She felt the head of his cock ease inside of her just a notch. The stretching began, taking her breath away. It stung as if she were a virgin. All the men before Bryson were tiny compared to him. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, but he didn’t complain. She buried her face deeper.

“Relax, sweetness. It’s going to feel good soon.”

Inch by slow inch he eased into her pussy. She held onto him, at once loving the invasion into her heat and fearing it would hurt more. It didn’t. Her pussy adjusted, and the pleasure exploded from her center outward.

“Oh, yes, Bryson, if feels good.” She arched into him to take him deeper then pulled back a bit so his dick would slide out. Right away, she pushed up as much as she could, wanting all she could take.

“Slow down, Charon. You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not. Do it, please,” she begged. “I need it.”

He swore low and desperate. “Talking like that you’re going to make me lose control.”

She raised her legs a little higher and wrapped them as much as she could around his broad body. In that position, she couldn’t pump the same way, but he got the message. He began to thrust his dick into her pussy and pump slowly. After a few moments, he picked up speed, and she couldn’t help crying out with pleasure. Their bodies came together as one over and over.

He thrust downward, driving her into the bed. She heard the springs squeak and the sound of his pelvis bumping roughly against hers. The sensation of having his big dick pummeling her pussy drove her wild. All she could do was call out his name and plead with him not to stop.

The pleasure went on. She willed it to last forever. Deep in her core, her climax built. She was going to come with him in her, and it surprised her. Coming with her lover inside her was never easy. Yet, here was Bryson taking her to impossible heights.

She teetered on the edge of an orgasm when Bryson pulled out. A shriek rose to her lips before she could stop it. “What are you doing?’

“Turn over. I want to push against your ass. Plus, when I’m behind like that, I can push in more.”

“Really?”

He flipped her over before she could get to her hands and knees and moved behind her. When he entered her from behind, she arched her back and moaned. He pumped so fast, she had to brace herself with a hand on the top of the headboard. The slap of his pelvis against her ass brought her to climax far too quickly. She shouted through her release, clenching her teeth to keep from getting too loud.

Bryson curved over her body and kissed the back of her shoulder. His strong hands gripped her sides, and he pushed his dick almost to the hilt inside her pussy. “Kiss me,” he demanded on a pant. She complied, opening her mouth to take his tongue.

They rocked together, grinding and thrusting for a long while. He broke the kiss, stilled, and with a shout, he came. She felt the warmth from his come and sagged toward the bed. He followed her down, staying inside and on top of her.

He skimmed his hands up her arms and lined his hands above hers. Their fingers interlocked, and he claimed her mouth again. Their kisses were lazier, less frenzied. She nuzzled her nose against his, and he rained feathery caresses all along her cheek and jaw. With his gentle attentiveness, she could almost believe he loved her. In fact, she decided to believe it for that night. Nothing other than the two of them existed inside that hotel room.

“I’m going to get hard again soon.” He pulled out of her.

“Is that so? You expecting a second round?”

Alarm registered on his handsome face. “You’re done?”

She laughed. “Not by a long shot. You’ll be tuckered out before me.”

“It’s a bet.”

He rose from the bed, and she watched him move to the table. The man had no shame to his nakedness now, and why should he? She sighed, enjoying the sight of his muscular ass and the backs of his thighs. A woman could feast for eternity on that.

“Where are you going?”

He indicated the To Go bag. “I’m hungry. Gotta keep my energy up. Want some?”

She sat up and reached for the sheet to cover herself. “Sure.”

When he returned to the bed, he snatched the sheet off her without a word and stretched out beside her. She waited for him to explain himself, but he said nothing as he removed both her food and his from the bag.

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