Page 19 of Dirty December

“I want to see your face when I fill you with my cum, sweetheart. I’ll have to turn you over once I’m in all the way.”

“Ohhhh. Okay.” I moan and nod my head as my cheek squishes into the mattress.

“I didn’t say stop rubbing your clit. I want to feel your pussy squeezing each time you start to come,” Klaus pinches my behind and then runs a finger over my backdoor.

Time does funny things while you hover between pleasure and pain. I’m getting close, but then the slow, steady rhythm of Klaus rutting into me changes. A deep, hard shove causes a spasm inside of me, and I curse and groan.

“This is plenty deep for me,” Klaus whispers against my pink sweating neck, his body arching over mine and cocooning me close.

I want to give in and agree. “You’re just so big.”

“You’re just so tight.”

Klaus flattens his chest to my back, and his weight flattens me until I resemble a starfish, spread under him. His fingers lock through mine, pinning my arms out on the bed. My pussy rocks into a lump of damp quilt as he pounds into me, deep and steady. Every few thrusts, a particularly hard lunge brings his heavy sack forward and it slaps against my soaked pussy.

I shiver in anticipation when I think of how wet he was just from me sucking on him. His juice and mine are what’s making those deliciously wet, lewd noises.

“Such a good girl. You never stop surprising me.”

I blink. “What did I do?” Talking is an effort with his weight pinning me and his pleasuring making me pant. I wonder if he knows how close I am to coming on his cock?

“Mmm. Nnn!” Klaus doesn’t answer in words, but I feel his hands leave mine and use the bed to brace himself. His spine arches and he pushes in deep, trapping my pussy in a pinion of perfect ecstasy. “There! All of it.” He wriggles in salacious glee. “Every inch of my cock is stuffed in you.”

The more he rolls his hips (as if making sure there’s not one more inch of space to share), the warmer and wider the current of pleasure rolling through my hips and spine is. It settles deep and low in the pit of my stomach and fans out, arcing between clit and pubic bone with stops in between.

It suddenly isn’t enough to be buried in his warmth and wrapped around him until I fear I could burst. I need to see him. I have to see his face turn into something soft and blissful when he comes. I have to show him that this is what I want. What I’ve always wanted.

“Move!” My muffled command makes Klaus rear back. Only by hooking my toes around his legs as he struggles up do I prevent him from withdrawing.

“Did I hurt you?”

“I’m going to come. I can’t come unless I can see your face,” I hiss, scrambling to turn over, wincing and letting out a soft growl when Klaus pulls my prize from me—and I screech in satisfaction when he plunges his entire thick, slippery rod back into my pussy in one hard thrust. “Oh, fuck, yes!”

Klaus growls into my neck as he leaves sweltering kisses and bites, devouring me from the inside and the outside all at once.

I’m completely owned.

And I love it.

Love him.

“I love you, Eirwen.”

His words aren't in my head. They’re out loud.

“Tell me. If you mean it, tell me.”

“I love you!” I clutch Klaus to me as the peak I’ve been fighting and delaying finally wins.

My thighs spasm in relief as I surrender, wave after wave of warm pleasure bursting inside of me—in perfect unison with Klaus.

I feel him erupt inside of me with straining grunts that match the timing of the hot spurts of cum he unleashes.

“Sweet snowflake,” Klaus whispers, kissing me on the very tip of my ear. “You’re mine now.”

I nestle in his arms, nuzzling my rapt face into his beard to find his lightly seamed cheek. “Always have been.”

Chapter Five

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