Page 72 of Christmas at Hart's Ridge

I grinned. This was going to befun.

I licked him root to tip and then pressed a wet kiss there against his slit. He let out a choked sound. I glanced up at him, unsure.

“You look so pretty with your lips on my cock.” His hand curled around the back of my neck and squeezed encouragingly. “Suck me, Red.”

Hunger rose up inside me, so intense it stole my breath. I kept one hand on his hip to keep my balance and the other I closed around him. He was so hard, so perfect. My tongue swirled around the head of his cock and then I took him inside my mouth, slowly, looking up at him as I did so.

His eyes rolled back in his head. I took that as a sign I was doing this right. I could feel his body tremble as he let out a shaky breath. His hand tightened on my neck.

“Christ, your mouth feels so good. Yes, like that, use your tongue, baby.”

I sucked hard, dragging my tongue along the vein of the underside of his dick as I pumped my mouth on him. I loved having him in my mouth.Lovedit. The sounds he made, the restrained thrust of his hips, the tension I felt thrumming through his big body as he tried to hold himself in check.

I took my time learning him. Changing the rhythm and speed, the pull of my hand, the grip of my mouth, until I was sure I knew what he liked. I wanted to be good at this. So good for him.

I slid him from my mouth long enough to murmur, “Do you like that?”

He groaned. “I like it too much. So much I’m about to come down your throat.”

“Do that.” I sucked him hard, as far back as I could without gagging, and squeezed his ass.

His hands dug into my hair, gripping the back of my skull, and for a moment he didn’t move. Then, with a shudder, he eased me off of him. “You have no idea how much I want that. But not tonight. Tonight I promised to fuck you senseless and that’s what I’m going to do.”

Ignoring my mewl of protest, he gripped me under my armpits and hauled me to my feet. He yanked down my pajama bottoms and underwear in one quick motion, leaving me naked, and scooped me up, depositing me on the bed.

He entered me in one quick thrust. He didn’t start slow, and I loved it, craved more of it. I lifted my knees, arching into him. He thrusted again and then again. Slowly this time. Then he pulled out nearly entirely, pushing back in just a little with short, shallow thrusts. Driving me out of my mind with need.

“Luke,” I whined.

“Yes, Red?”

I squirmed, trying to bring him deeper, but he shifted his hips away from me, denying me what I so desperately wanted. “What are you doing to me?”

His lips curved as he stared down at me. “What does it feel like I’m doing?”

I huffed, frustrated. “Driving me crazy.”

“Good. That’s the intent. Remember what I told you.” He leaned down, snagged my earlobe with his teeth, and bit gently. “Payback’s a bitch.”

“Ohhh.” I bucked my hips, demanding more with my body. He refused, never stopping those shallow thrusts that made my pussy clench restlessly. “I need—”

“Beg.”

I was out of my mind with want. I would do anything, say anything, just for him to fuck me deeper. “Please, Luke. Please fuck me harder. Please.”

His gaze caught mine with laser-like focus. “Anything you want.Everythingyou want.”

He got up on his knees, grabbed my hips, dragging me toward him and spreading me wide. He pushed a pillow under my hips. “Hold on to something, baby. We’re about to get rowdy.”

He slammed into me, hard. Having nothing else to grab, I reached over my head and pressed my palms against the headboard, using the hard surface to push back against his thrusts. Each deep thrust stroked over some sensitive spot inside me that sent me spinning, driving pleasure higher and higher. Again and again he pounded into me, leaning forward so his pelvis pressed against my clit. Pleasure built inside me, almost unbearable in its intensity. And then it swept over me like a flash flood and I bit down on his shoulder to silence the scream that ripped from me.

He came almost the same moment, his hips punching into me with bruising force. He collapsed on me with a grunt.

We only cuddled for a few minutes before he pulled on his clothes, not wanting to risk getting caught by my parents. That wouldn’t be the Christmas gift they were hoping for. Before he left, he grabbed my notebook from my nightstand and jotted something down.

I giggled, having a pretty good idea what he wrote. “Pervert,” I teased.

He grinned and kissed my forehead. “Merry Christmas, Red.”

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