Page 11 of Chased at Christmas

Gabe

I haven’t been with a woman in nearly fifteen years, if not longer. The opportunity presents itself regularly, but this fantasy is always what stops me. The one where I take this little plum and I wreck her for everyone else. I couldn’t fathom being with another woman when I knew this one was here waiting for me. It wouldn’t be fair to anyone involved because my heart and my mind would be on Mira no matter what.

She bends to her knees and stares up at me, moving her tongue over the shaft of my cock and down again before gripping me tight and pumping her little hand up and down.

My hand weaves through her hair and I grip her hard, fucking her little face, sinking deep into her throat. “Good! Suck my cock like a good little girl.”

She moans and gags as I thrust into her mouth. And though we’re here in this moment, it’s hard to believe it’s actually happening.

In the fantasies I’ve had late at night with her picture on my screen, I’d come in her mouth and watch it drip from her lips. In reality, though, her tongue feels like heaven on my cock, but all I want is to lay her back and eat her little pussy clean.

“Stand up,” I growl. “Get back against the wall.”

She does as I’ve asked, and I go to my knees in front of her, lifting the long skirt she’s wearing to lose myself beneath the fabric in her warm, wet, fragrant crease.

Her thighs tighten as her hands rest on my shoulders. “Oh God.” She’s shaking.

I like it when she shakes.

“That’s insane. Don’t stop!” Her tone is rough and ragged, and her fingers are threaded through my hair, tugging at each strand with purpose. “Right there!” Her knees buckle and she thrusts against my beard, scraping her sweet scent into my nose and against my chin. She’s perfection, and I never want this to end.

I growl out as my cock grows desperate to sink inside her, to own her, to take what bits of time I’m allowed and savor them.

She holds the back of my head and presses me into her pussy, moaning and sighing as I lick and flick against her clit with pressure. My little plum is sweet and juicy, just as I’d thought.

Fucking hell! I’m going to be an addict for her. I know it already.

Her leg hitches up onto the stack of wood and she thrusts and rubs her slit against my face, scrubbing and moaning as I slide two fingers into her core. With her age, I expect her to be tight, but I didn’t expect her to bethistight. It’s an effort to sink my fingers into her, and as I slide them in deeper, the pleasant moaning she’d been doing a moment ago has been replaced by a more aching tone.

“You okay?” I stare up at my little plum as I push further into her.

“Yeah,” she pants. “This is all… really new to me… if you know what I mean.”

I narrow my brows and pull from inside her, licking my fingers clean as I hold her against the wall. “No, I don’t knowwhat you mean. Tell me.” The truth is, I think I know what she’s about to say, but the thought alone has my cock even harder with anticipation.

“I should’ve told you earlier. I’m… I’m a virgin, Gabe. I’ve never even… none of this. This is my first time.”

A roar of frustration rattles through me as I think over the millions of ways I could have made this better for her. A bedroom of flowers. A bath with candles, soft music, and hell…heat.I bet she’d enjoy heat right now.

“Don’t stop, okay? Don’t get all sentimental. I want you to fuck me like you mean it. I’m only telling you because I didn’t realize how much it was going to hurt.”

“We should slow down at least. I don’t want you in pain.” I say the words as my cock aches to slip inside her tight little virgin body.

Lord, I’m sick. Really fucking sick. What kind of grown fucking man thinks like that? Now that I’ve started, I can’t stop. I’m desperate to be the first man to sink inside of her. Hell, I’m desperate to be the last.

Her brows narrow and I run my hand down over the swell of her breast, leaning in to suckle at her dark purple nipple before gripping her hips and pressing my fingertips into her skin.

“I don’t think I can fuck you like this and not walk away owning you, plum.”

She fingers through my hair and grinds her hips against the rough fabric of my jeans. “We talked about this. We make it work where we can, but you can’t own me, Gabe. Not ever. We can’t hurt Chevy.”

“Do you trust me?” My tone is low, and my cock is rock fucking solid. I’m not sure if I’ve ever been this hard in my life and I know for sure my mind has never been this gone. I don’t know how much reserve I have left. I need to sink into heruntouched pussy. I need to take her, to own her, to make her mine despite the fact that she’s fighting it.

“Of course I trust you,” she pants, gripping my shoulders tight with one hand as she unclasps the buttons of my flannel then feeds her fingertips through the hair on my chest.

“You sure… because I’m about to do some disrespectful things.”

Her eyes widen and she bites back a grin as her hand brushes over the hard bulge in my jeans. “Disrespect me, Gabe. Please. Disrespect me so hard!” Her tone is ragged and desperate, needy with desire that’s only ratcheting everything up.

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