Page 60 of Stealing His Christmas Present

“Have you been naughty or nice?” His hand traveled up my thigh.

“Naughty,” I whispered.

“Then you need to be punished.” He caught me into his arms and carried me to the bed.

I laughed, rolling over the bed while he got the Christmas lights off me.

“Come here,” he said.

“No.” I stuck my tongue out at him from the other side of the bed. “Come and get me.”

He pounced at me so fast that he was no more than a blur.

I squealed as he caught me into his arms, tickling me. Very quickly, he was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was facedown over his lap.

His hand slid over my ass, starting a tingling between my legs. In one swift move, he pulled my pants and underwear down my legs, exposing me to him.

A shudder of delight ran through me as his palm rested on my bare flesh. When he brought his palm down hard on my bottom, I let out a small moan.

A flurry of sharp smacks landed on my ass, the sting going straight to my center and making me wetter than ever.

I was warm all over when Pablo splayed his fingers over my heated skin and caressed me. His hand dipped to my slickness.

I groaned as he rubbed me, his finger pushing in and out of me. Another finger slipped inside, making my moans louder as the pleasure pooled low in my stomach.

Pablo circled his finger over my clit, gently pressing and probing until I couldn’t take it anymore.

My orgasm rolled through me, and I gasped for breath.

But I wanted more.

Pablo laid me on the bed, and then he got to his feet, ripping his clothes off him. He quickly grabbed a condom from his jacket.

My need for him grew even stronger as he stood naked in front of me, and I found the energy to push myself up and get rid of the rest of my clothes.

Pablo lunged at me with hunger in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around me, his erection poking at my back as he pulled me close to him.

His mouth was on my neck again, his hands cupping and kneading my breasts.

My body was on fire again as his hands roamed everywhere.

Touching, probing, fondling me.

I fell on my hands and knees, barely able to keep myself up because my body was singing with all the sensations that were coursing through me as Pablo kissed and touched every inch of me.

His thick length grazed my opening, and I groaned with need. He teased me, his tip gliding up and down my opening but not quite entering.

“Please.” I rocked my hips with impatience.

“Please what?” he said. “What do you want, my naughty princess?”

“Please fuck me.”

He shoved himself inside me as deep as possible, making us both hiss. The bubble of pleasure inside me grew bigger with each powerful stroke as he pushed in and out of me.

His fingers wound into my hair, tugging at it, as he pumped into me.

Our bodies joined over and over again, in perfect rhythm with each other.

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