Page 15 of Merry Me Bad Boy

My stomach flips and flops and explodes with the demand in his voice. Unable to trust my voice, I nod my head so quickly my teeth clash together.

Before he leads me over to his bed, he plucks my sweater off. Thank goodness. I’m already working up quite the sweat and he’s hardly even touched me. The cool air is exactly what I need.

As soon as my bra is off, he pauses to touch my breasts. I suppose last time, he didn’t get the chance to see them. One pinch to my nipples and I’m swaying. Everything he does just feels so intense.

“I am starving for you, Abby. If at any point I am too rough–”

“I’ll tell you,” I agree through a whine as he gives my chest another squeeze. I can feel the slickness between my thighs. I don’t think I will struggle to keep up with him in the slightest.

Right now, the only thing I care about is getting the rest of my clothing off. Same with him. I want to see how far those tattoos run.

Jason

This woman is going to be the death of me.

On the outside, she might look sweet and innocent. Right now, she’s looking quite the opposite.

The moment I took off my shirt, her hands were against my chest. Now she’s tracing delicious shapes against my skin. I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman look so appreciative toward me before.

Expecting some kind of compliment, Abby does one better and leans in, kissing my skin. Her teeth graze my nipple and I hiss.

Little kinky thing she is. Perfect for me. Especially now that I don’t want to take my hands off her.

The way she gasps when I pick her up, her thighs squeeze at my sides. While I walk her over to my air mattress, she kisses my jaw, cheeks, and finally my mouth. The way she laughs when I drop her down, I know it deep down in my chest.

I love this woman. No one else is going to make me react this way. Before, I thought real love wasn’t in my cards. Now I know for certain–if Abby doesn’t want me, then I’ll never experience love again.

When she rolls onto her stomach, I’m quick to reach down and tug off her boots. Thumping them behind us, her socks are next to go. I’ll have this beauty completely bare in a matter of seconds. Next, I dip my fingers beneath those leggings. Knowing she must’ve been freezing in them, I can’t help but appreciate the view.

“Don’t tell me you’re second-guessing yourself,” she jokes as she throws a look over her shoulder.

“Wondering if I have something for you to wear if I accidentally tear these is all.” Biting back a smile of my own, I give her leggings a pull. It’s a challenge pulling them completely off when I’m too busy looking at her underwear. A fucking thong.

She makes a cute whimper when I give her cheek a squeeze.

“Did you wear these on purpose?” I ask, my throat tightening. “You weren’t wearing these before. I’d remember a detail like this.”

Now I’m imagining tonight going differently. What if I’d said the wrong words and this woman left here disappointed? Fuck me.

When she doesn’t answer, I push my thumb against the small inch of fabric. Soaked, of course. Probably from rubbing herself against my lap.

Abby nods her head after a moment. Clutching my blanket, I hear her breathing. Each inhale is deep, her nose pressed against the fabric. I like that, very much so.

If she wants to be taken from behind while breathing in my scent, then I’ll give her exactly that.

For once, I’m thankful for the Christmas music. It’s loud enough to hide every future whimper and moan. Those are all mine. I’m fucking greedy too with the full intention of hearing it all. Allmine.

“Lift your hips for me, sweet girl. Show me what I’m working with.” Moving back to rest on my heels, I fight back against the urge to keep touching her. My patience is rewarded when I watch her move. Even that thong of hers can’t contain the heat trapped beneath.

I bet her leggings were wet too, but I was too distracted to notice. Hell, I’m distractednow. From the way my cock is throbbing, I’m starting to wonder if I’ll even last once I slide past those glistening lips of hers.

Reaching forward, I groan when I push that strip to the side to get a better look. This is it, I can’t survive another minute without knowing how she feels. No more waiting. I need insidenow.Grabbing her hip with one hand, I take my cock with the other. Pulling her closer, I meet her halfway. Using my legs, I sandwich hers closed and push forward.

Abby sighs as I sink inside, burying myself with one solid thrust. She’s so hot, I feel like I’m going to burn up if I stay inside for longer than a few seconds. The stretch is surreal and I feel like I’m about to suffocate.

Maybe we’re both feeling feverish. She’s panting and I’m no better.

Satisfaction rumbles through my chest at the first moan that leaves her lips when I fill her completely. Even if she thinks I am big, I knew she’d be able to take me without any hiccups. From the way her hips move, I’m left thinking she wants more even now.

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