Page 100 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, slipping his finger all the way inside my back hole.

When he added another finger and made an unhurried twisting motion, stretching me as he did so, my arms fell to my sides.

Between the pain of the spanks he had given me, the attention my clit and back hole were receiving, and everything else, I couldn’t think straight.

“Arms stay above your head,” he ordered, stopping all motion. “And make sure to keep your breasts firmly against the window.”

I did as he asked, as he added another finger into my back hole. Now he was making a scissoring motion. It was all too much. I wanted to come.

As I was about to go over the edge, the strokes on my clit stilled and he pulled his fingers out.

“Naughty girl. You know I can tell when you’re about to climax. I don’t want you to orgasm until I have my cock buried deep and your muscles squeeze down on me as you find your pleasure.”

Heat filled my cheeks as I imagined what he had just described. My pussy flooded with my juices at the thought.

“I’m glad that you like my idea,” he chuckled, as he left my nub aching and aroused, then danced down to my channel and slid three of his digits right inside.

While he was doing that, I felt him at my back entrance. I couldn’t control my muscles as I clenched. He had never taken me there before and as turned on as I got by the eroticpicture in my brain, I wasn’t sure if I’d like it.

“Relax.”

His fingers left my channel and danced back up to my clit to play again. I couldn’t help but relax slightly when he did that.

“It’s just me,” he cooed as he pushed himself into my back passageway slowly.

“Ohh!” My muscles clenched, clamping onto the intruder.

He moaned loudly and froze. “I told you to relax, Chloe.” The fingers on my clit squeezed, as his free hand slid up to my breasts. He pulled my entire body an inch away from the cold glass, and squeezed on my very cold nipples.

The bite of pain traveled from the beaded tip to my core and turned into intense pleasure as he slid the rest of his length in.

“You feel like heaven, baby.”

The compliment had my cheeks getting even more heated than they already were. “Thank you, Sir.”

“I want you to turn your face to the window. Look outside and know that someone at any time could come by and see me fucking your ass. See that you are mine.”

His dirty talk sent another thrill through me. “Oh, my God, Drew, the things you say and make me do…”

“It makes you hot, doesn’t it, little sub?”

“More than hot, Sir, like a blazing inferno in my ass.”

I turned my head, my arms still raised above me, my breasts, stomach, and mound pressed against the freezing glass again as my master had both his hands on my hips and fucked me from behind.

He began with a slow pace, but picked it up. For every thrust, it pushed my beaded nipples and distended clit against the icy glass even more, sending an incredible sensation through me.

The forbidden nature of my first anal taking and the danger of the exhibitionism sent a huge thrill racing through my body. With all of these sensations combined, I was on the verge of orgasming something phenomenal!

He slapped my ass twice, not breaking his pace once.

“Come, baby, now!” he growled, as I felt his balls tighten and the first burst of his seed enter me.

I was pushed over the edge. My body shook as all my muscles contracted and I screamed his name until my voice was hoarse. My hands gripped the frame of the window because I thought my legs might give out.

One of his hands slipped in front of me and began to play with my clit, sending another round of pleasure through me.

By the time it all ended, I was like a pile of inert goo, jelly legged and unable to stand anymore. I would have fallen, if not for my husband. With his strong, supportive arms around me, he pulled out and lifted me, carrying me to the bed and lying down.

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