Page 60 of His Christmas Wife

The fit was impossible. Blinking frantically, she looked at him. “I can’t!”

“You already did.”

The teardrop shape settled into place, and she exhaled.

Then, intent etched in his gaze, he slid his large cock inside her needy pussy.

Between his possession and the plug, she was fuller than she ever remembered being. Breathing became almost impossible.

Then he thrust forward in a single, impaling motion, making her thrash and cry out as a climax built and built, splintering her thoughts.

Once she was drenched in sweat, calling his name, lifting her hips as she simultaneously begged for mercy and for more, he stopped what he was doing and flipped her onto her stomach.

“Offer yourself to me.”

Her body shaking, she spread her thighs.

“Lift your hips.” He helped, then stuffed a pillow beneath her. “You have nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.”

As if he owned her, he claimed her from behind.

The orgasm plowed into her with unexpected force, devastating her from the inside out, plunging her into a pulsing abyss deep inside her own head where reality no longer existed.

On some level, she was aware of him taking his own release. Once he had, she was more replete than she’d ever been.

He satisfied her in a way no one else did.

She grumbled when he turned her over and pressed a warm towel between her thighs. As he began to remove the plug, she whimpered.

“Shh.”

As he continued to care for her, she relaxed. For once, she didn’t have the energy to argue with him.

When he pulled her against his body, she snuggled in his arms and dozed.

Kaylee had no idea how long she slept, but she awakened to the sound of rushing water and the room in near darkness.

With a yawn, she pushed up onto her elbows, and a blanket fell to her waist. When had he covered her?

In his glorious nakedness, cock semihard, he crossed to the bed and sat next to her.

Frantically, nipples pebbling as she recalled what they’d just done—the intensity of it all—she pulled the blanket back into position.

“You okay?”

Now that she’d had a taste of that kind of sex, she wanted more. She searched for embarrassment and found none. So she responded honestly. “Never better.”

“Good. Because I can’t get enough of you.”

Terrifying her, she felt the same way.

He smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I wanted to fuck you all night, but I promised I’d get you home at a reasonable hour.” His voice was every bit as husky as it had been during sex. “I guarantee you; I’d rather not keep my word.”

Part of her didn’t want him to either. It would have been so easy to sleep in the security of his arms.

“Figured you might like a bath before I take you home.”

She appreciated his thoughtfulness.

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