Page 41 of One Night at Christmas

“You’re mine.” His tone filled with agony. “And I belong to you. Charon, my sweet Charon, I was a fool to choose money over you. It’s cold and lifeless, but you… You’re burning me alive.”

“It’s just sex,” she teased.

“Don’t say that.” He tipped her chin up a fraction of an inch and looked into her eyes. “Tell me you love me. Tell me it’s acceptable that I’m leaving everything behind. I don’t want you to feel guilty or like you pushed me into it. I want you to be happy no matter what.”

“If I can be with you, I’ll be happy. I was stupid too. New York is so noisy and busy with so many people, but I would be thrilled every day if I can have you.”

He pumped harder into her pussy but not so much that it hurt. She bordered on an orgasm and willed it to wait a little longer. He straightened and held onto her hips. Because it turned her on, she watched over her shoulder, loving the look of his body smashing into hers.

His dick was so long she could see it each time it slid out. Glistening with come and thick with bulging veins, it took her over the top. She bit down on her lip to smother a scream—and came hard.

He pumped faster but with sharp control, never going too deep and never hurting her. In a few thrusts, his come gushed into her pussy, warming it. When he was done, he pulled out and turned her again to lie on her back. He followed her down, lying at her side. He pushed a hand between her legs.

“What are you doing, Bryson?”

“Shh.” He nipped one of her nipples. She shut her eyes while he fingered her clit and sucked her nipple. Pleasure began to build fast, and an aftershock orgasm rocketed through her system.

Afterward, she purred like a kitten, and he chuckled.

“You’re laughing at me?”

He grinned. “You’re so cute. I can’t help myself.”

She rolled her eyes.

He drew her into his arms, and she stayed put, loving every second because it made up for all the days, hours, minutes, and seconds she spent dealing with Morris, all because she felt guilty. No more. She wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want to or live any life that wasn’t fulfilling. Not for someone else, that was for sure.

“What are you thinking, baby?” Bryson asked.

“That a quiet neighborhood and no stress doesn’t compare to lying in your arms.”

“We will live where you like, and listen it’s not like we’ll be poor. Far from it, in fact. You won’t have to worry about anything.”

“But will you regret it? I want you to be happy just as much as you want it for me.”

“I was miserable.”

He made the admission with simplicity, and she agreed.

“Let’s blame it on age,” she suggested, and he laughed.

“Agreed. Besides, there are many companies in North Carolina that need me to make them better.”

She smacked his arm. “Whatever.”

He nibbled her earlobe. “I want to put my dick in you again.”

“You’re hard already?”

“It never softened much. It’s starving for your sweet pussy. But if you’re tired…”

She threw a leg over his hip and slid closer. The tip of his cock didn’t need any help. It eased into her heat. She lost strength to move, but Bryson encircled her in his embrace and began a steady and gentle thrust.

“Bryson,” she whined.

Somehow he managed to raise her hips off the floor and invaded her b

ody until she shook with the pleasure of it. He ground as deep as he could from the front. She called out his name in an urgent whisper. He drained her of energy and gave back ecstasy. He raised one of her legs over her head and took her more deeply, pumping and grinding against her ass.

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