Page 17 of Filthy, Dirty Christmas

I sway on his cock and give myself to him, moaning, aching, humming with an urge I can’t describe.

“That’s right. You stop when I tell you, okay? I can’t come inside you.”

I know that’s the right thing. He shouldn’t come inside of me. Getting pregnant would be complicated to say the least, but I’m not sure how I’ll ever stop.

I lay my hand down over his chest, following the lines of his ink as my pussy clenches down over him. “That’s a tiger, isn’t it? Why the tiger?”

People probably don’t talk while they’re bouncing on cock, but the question slides out naturally.

He grins. “Freedom and exploration. You’re going to have to stop, little one. You’re so fucking tight and I’m going to lose it.” His cock rubs against my inner walls and my breath is gone, lost somewhere in the ether with my senses.

“I can’t stop. I’m going to come,” I moan, still rocking. “I’m going to come so hard.”

“Fuck,” he groans. “Come for me! Soak my cock. I want all your sweet juices all over me.” Bodie thumps upward faster. “Oh fuck. I can’t hold it in. You’re so fucking hot, those big tits, that hair…your tight little pussy.” If I didn’t have a praise kink, he’s giving me one.

I know I should move. We don’t need a pregnancy complicating things, but I need his come.

Breath after staggered breath echoes out into the room as I bounce.

His rough hands are on my skin, his eyes on mine, his growl low and breathy. I can’t hold it in anymore. I’m slick and swollen and every ounce of my body is about to come.

Bodie stares toward me. “Fuck, Poppy.” He barely gets the word out before someone is banging on the bedroom door.

“What the hell is going on in there?” It’s Wayne.Shit.It’s Wayne. Reality trickles back in rather quickly.I’m in his bedroom, on his bed, with his best friend inside of me.

Panic tightens my chest. “What do we do?”

“You sit still.” Bodie keeps thrusting upward. He’s going to blow. I see it on his face. He’s not reasoning with anything yet. He’s still a wild animal.

Truthfully, so am I.

I rock back and forth on his cock, desperate to take myself over the edge with him. Maybe tonight is all we get. Maybe Wayne hates us in the morning. Maybe I’ve just blown everything to hell, but I don’t care anymore.

This moment with Bodie is all I need.

“Come. Come for me, Bodie.” I bounce up and down slowly, swinging my tits, opening my mouth, rocking back and forth. “I want your come. Please. I need your come!”

The door bangs louder and Wayne’s voice only gets angrier, but somehow we block it out, or at least I do.

I assume Bodie does too, judging by the glazed expression.

“Focus on me, little one. Tell me your mine.” His tone is low, but he’s going for it. Within seconds, I explode, wilting into a shell as the vibrations waving through me render me helpless.

I scream out in pleasure. “I’m yours! I’m yours, Bodie.” I can barely see. The room is dark, and everything is spinning in the most enjoyable way as I come harder than I’ve ever come. Sex is so different from masturbation…so different.

Bodie thumps into me harder and harder until he empties inside of me and we’re both left in a puddle of pleasure that I never want to move from.

Moments go by. I’m not sure how many. I’ve collapsed on top of Bodie, and the door has stopped knocking.

“You alright?” Bodie stares toward me his dark brown eyes like a compass of warmth I can’t help but lose myself in. “We’ll talk to him. It’ll be fine.”

I drag in a deep breath and kiss his chest, taking in the scent of sex and pine that surround us. Wayne is going to burn this bed come morning. “I’m really good, actually.”

“Really?” Bodie smiles, his big hand trailing circles on my back. “That’s a surprise.”

“Yeah. I, ugh, that conversation is going to be hard in the morning, but we needed tonight.”

“We did. And now that the cat’s out of the bag, does that mean you’re okay with this all being out in the open?”

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