Page 103 of Bought By Santa

“Just do it,” she hisses. “Shove your fingers all the way inside me.”

Despite her words, I take my time. I lean forward and bite her soft ass cheek, eliciting a deep moan from her that makes it easy to get to my second knuckles.

“Almost there,” I soothe, slapping her ass so it jiggles.

“It… it… I don’t know if it hurts or not. I can’t tell anymore,” she whines.

Using my free hand, I pinch her clit, rolling it until she’s moaning for more, even moving back toward me, taking my fingers all the way inside her ass.

I give her a few moments to get used to the intrusion, and then I begin to pump my digits in and out. Her breathing intensifies, but before long, she arches her back and moans loudly. “You like that?” I rasp. “Because I love the way my fingers look in your ass.”

Adding a third finger makes her buck and keen, and my fourth finger has her lowering to her elbows while wagging her ass.

“Oh my God!” she cries, her ass contracting around me.

Letting go of her clit, I push three fingers into her cunt, fucking both of her holes in perfect tandem.

With every thrust of my fingers, I map out her pleasure, and it feels like I’m re-learning the language of her body. With the double penetration, she quickly comes undone, and it only takes a few more pumps before she’s screaming out her climax.

“Fuck! Yes! Just like that! I… I… Fuck, Nick, I’m coming.”

“Are you ready for my cock?” I ask. She’s still shuddering from her orgasm.

“Yes. I want your cock filling my ass,” she cries.

I grab the lube and squirt a generous amount over my length. Then I grip her hips, pulling her closer. “You’re mine,” I rasp, unable to keep the tremble from my voice. “Look at me.” She complies, her gaze locking with mine over her shoulder as I press the tip of my hardness against her entrance.

With excruciating patience, I ease forward, giving her time to adjust to the fullness, the stretch, the intensity of our connection. She’s tight, heat engulfing me, and it takes everything not to lose myself in the sensation.

“Oh… this is so…” Her voice shakes, and I still, letting her acclimate.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” I soothe, brushing a kiss on her shoulder. “Breathe with me.”

We inhale together, and as she exhales, I push in further, both of us gasping at the depth. The possessive edge claws at me, wanting to mark every inch of her as mine.

“It feels so good,” Carolina confesses, her words laced with a raw honesty that clutches at my heart.

I set a slow rhythm that soon has her moaning my name like a sacred chant. The sound of it is sweeter than any Christmas carol, more intoxicating than the finest whiskey.

“Harder,” she begs, and I comply, the pace building, her body meeting each of my thrusts.

“Fuck, Carolina, your ass feels incredible,” I groan. As I begin to fuck her harder, she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. I raise my hand, gently tugging at the skin until she lets go. “If you want your lip bitten, I’ll do it.” The words come out as a possessive growl, which I guess she likes with the way her ass tightens around me.

I continue to fuck her while leaning in so I can claim her lips, doing exactly that; biting down on her lip, and when the skin breaks, I lap the blood up before snaking my tongue around hers so she can taste her essence in my mouth.

I’m so lost in her that I can barely stand it. Every sense is filled with her, and I know it won’t take long before I erupt. I move one hand to her clit, furiously rubbing it until she clenches harder around me.

“Yes! Yes! Ye—” Her words break off into a crescendo of pleasure, her climax triggering my own.

I groan her name like a benediction, pouring my hot jizz into her tight ass. As her hole contracts around my cock, I keepcoming, and keep coming. I shudder and roar her name, still fucking her with all my might.

Once I’m completely spent, I collapse onto the floor, pulling her into my arms and throwing her leg over my hip.

It’s early evening when we finally finish our Christmas meal, both of us high on the day and everything it brought with it.

“I don’t think I can squeeze down another bite,” Carolina sighs, patting her belly.

A knock echoes through the penthouse, interrupting us. “Finally,” I sigh. When I notice her worried expression, I clarify, “It’s just Arthur.”

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