Page 12 of Chased at Christmas

Fuck!

I growl into her neck as my jeans drop to the floor and my boxers follow. I’m sure it’s cold as fuck in this barn right now, but even naked, I’m sticky with sweat at the mere thought of the sounds this woman will make with my cock buried inside of her.

I slip my hand under her torso and bend her forward until she’s hung over the front register. I grip her hips, rubbing my cock against her soft, plush ass and toward the silky entrance.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, plum.” My voice is shaking, my brain is dead, and I’m not in this universe anymore. “Tell me who you belong to.” I slap my hand against her round ass, desperate to leave marks on her virgin skin.

She sucks in air and turns back slightly as though she’s alarmed by the smack. “What did you just do?”

“You said you trust me. You told me to disrespect you.”

Moment by moment she hides a grin and moans, “Harder!”

I pull back and land a sharp slap on her butt, enjoying the display of red fingerprints that are left behind. Again and again, I spank her wide ass, watching as the skin ripples up her back.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Gripping my cock, I poke at her entrance and slide deep inside of her, covering my dick in her soft, wet, warm, tight, little hole. “God damn, you feel so fucking good. Are you… fuck!” I grip her hips and work my way deeper as she sighs and whines with every move.

“You okay?” I have to remember it’s her first time. She might not be able to take this much this fast, but this is heaven, and I’m having a hard time focusing on the now.

“Go deeper,” she pants with a squeak, and I know she’s not okay, so I slow down.

“You’re in pain.”

“It’ll stop. Just go. I want you, Gabe. I need you!” There’s desperation in her voice, but there’s also pain.

My hand slides up over her hip and onto her breasts. Her full, round, hanging tits. She’s so fucking gorgeous. Every part of her. “You have to tell me to stop if you want me to, plum, because I’m feeling a little unhinged here.”

“Fuck me!” she whines as she tightens her pussy around my cock. “I’m so close.”

I hiss and tighten her against my frame, lifting her ass to get deeper into her core. Slap after sweaty slap echoes in the barn with the wind whipping against the white outside. I shouldn’t want to fill her up with my come. I shouldn’t want to give her my babies. I shouldn’t want to ruin her so desperately for every other man, but here I am, thrusting into her tight little core, slapping her round ass, thinking about how I’d murder another man for touching her.

This woman is mine.

All mine.

She tosses her head back and moans, clutching the front of the table as I hold a bruising grip on her hip and dig in harder.

“I’m so close, Gabe. I’m gonna come!” Her pussy tightens around my dick even harder, and she screams out in relief asit spasms vigorously. Her hips tighten and release, her thighs shake, and her breathing speeds.

I’m not sure who could last past a show like that, but I can’t.I thrust into her one last time, gripping her sweet little ass hard as I come inside of her, spreading my seed against her hot womb.

Holy fuck! I’m roaring out in pleasure and my breath is ragged and rough as I hold her close, unwilling to pull from her warmth.

I lean into her neck from behind and land kisses against her shoulder and onto the lobe of her ear, breathing in the scent of lavender on her skin as her body twitches against me.

A soft hum leaves her lips, and she leans up off the counter, snuggling against my frame. “Okay, you wrecked me. Now what?”

“Now, we never move. Right? We’re just like this now. Connected.”

“That would certainly make the Christmas eclipse party a little more interesting.” She smiles and bends into me a little more. I’m not as hard as I was, but I’m not soft either. Something tells me I could go for a second round.

“For sure. That would be one way to tell Chevy.”

“Chevy.” Her tone drops, and she twists toward me, pulling my cock from her hot frame and back into the freezing barn. “I completely forgot about Chevy. That’s probably why I’m a terrible person. How does someone forget about their brother?”

“I’m not sure you’re supposed to be thinking about your brother when you’re having sex.” My brows narrow playfully.

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