Page 143 of His Christmas Temptation

“Give me the words.”

She had to have the orgasm that loomed out of reach, the one he’d deny her unless she yielded to his command.

Driving into her, pressing against her, he captured her mouth.

Unable to resist him, she grabbed hold of his shoulders, digging her fingertips into his unyielding flesh.

She was coming apart. Finally she wrenched her mouth from his.“Yours.”Right then, in that moment, she meant it.

“Goddamn right.”

Instead of driving to completion, he stunned her by drawing back from her. Before she could figure out his intent, he lowered his head to her pussy, then devoured her with his mouth, licking her, eating her out as he fucked her with three fingers, stretching her impossibly wide. While she writhed and whimpered, he eased out one of his slick fingers and instead worked it into her ass, claiming every part of her. It was delicious. She needed more, everywhere.

Then frustrating her, he left her completely, and she moaned her protest.

“I’ve got you.”

He rolled to his side and reached toward the nightstand. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but a moment later, he pressed something cool and slick against her anal whorl.

She went rigid.

“You’re going to take this for me. Bear down.” Firmly, one hand on her belly, he began to insert the plug.

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.

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