Page 29 of Bought By Santa

She swallows hard, her eyes tracking to mine. I see the questions there, the quick calculation as she tries to work out what I want to hear. The air between us crackles with unspoken promises, each breath we take entwining our fates further. Her scent wraps around me, sweet and heady, mingling with the darker notes of my own desire.

“Say something,” I say, my voice low, knowing full well she’s caught in the snare of my presence.

“Something,” she whispers defiantly, but there’s a tremor in her voice that betrays her nonchalance.

“Smartass,” I retort, though there’s no malice behind the word. It’s an acknowledgment of her spirit.

Carolina sighs audibly. “I was trying not to fake my moans.” She shakes her head. “It was harder than I thought it would be.”

This has my interest, and I want her to keep talking. “Go on,” I rumble as I lift her arms above her head and pull her tank top off. I should fucking spank her for wearing clothes in bed when I’ve told her not to.

Instead, I push her down so she’s lying on her back, looking up at me. She sucks in a breath as I crawl all the way onto the bed, positioning my body between her spread legs and placing my arms on either side of her head to keep my weight off of her. Bending my neck, I suck one of her pert nipples into my mouth, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh.

“Oh!” she gasps.

I let go of her nipple. “Keep talking.” When she nods, I pepper kisses all over her chest.

“Umm… I’m not sure what to say,” she admits.

“Why did you fake it?” I ask, looking up at her.

She rolls her eyes and huffs. “Are you sure you want to hear about other guys?”

The mere thought of someone else touching her has my temper flaring, but I lock it down as tight as possible. “If I must,” I grind out through gritted teeth.

“Fine. Okay. I wasn’t even aware I was fake moaning with you, okay?” She scoffs at herself at how stupid that sounds. “It’s something men have expected for years, so I guess you can say it’s become second nature.” I don’t tell her I’d already figured that part out for myself.

I move further up the mattress so the tip of my cock rubs against her clit. The moans coming from her as I rut against her are anything but fake. They’re deep and so fucking raw.

Our lips crash together in a fervent tangle, hungry and urgent. I taste the remnants of her defiance, sweet and heady, and I can’t get enough. She opens up to me, her moans swallowed by my mouth as our tongues dance to a desperate rhythm.

Her hands roam over my bare chest, nails grazing my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “God, Nicklas…” Carolina gasps against my lips, and the sound of my name from her is both a torment and a pleasure. It’s a lit match to my control, and I press closer, driven by a need that only she can satiate.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand.

“I want you to make me come.”

Groaning, I tug at her nipple. “How do you want to come? Do you want me to use my hand? My mouth? My cock?”

“Y-your cock,” she whispers.

I snake my hand between us, sliding my fingers underneath her panties and through her wet folds. “Are you still bleeding?” I’m pretty sure she isn’t since the toothbrush isn’t covered in blood.

“No,” she answers.

Slowly, I slide two fingers inside her, testing her walls, reveling in her heat. Her wetness coats my hand, a testament to her arousal, and the sight of my digits disappearing inside her only makes my cock throb harder.

I’m a man possessed as I pump my fingers in and out of her hot channel, curling them just so—knowing exactly where to hit to make her moan. “Nicklas,” she mewls, her nails digging into the sheets. “Please!”

I reward her with a devilish grin before leaning down to tease her aching nipple with my tongue, grazing it lightly before sucking. “Please, what?”

“Make me come,” she moans.

My fingers piston in and out of her cunt. My cock aches as I watch her writhe beneath me, her perfect tits flushed and hard as she begs for more. This woman, my captive, is utterly amazing. Not only does she still want our deal, not that she ever had a choice, but she even wanted to do better. Knowing that makes my heart contract and my cock swell.

Her cunt squeezes my fingers tightly and her legs shake around me. “That’s a good kitty,” I praise. “Purring for me so prettily.”

“Nicklas! Oh my God! I can’t… I need… Nicklas!”

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