Page 58 of Christmas Candy

His green eyes met mine. “Who’s Big Stick?”

“What?” The name was familiar and utterly ridiculous, but I couldn’t quite place it.

“Why do you have a card with the name Big Stick and a phone number on it in your pocket?” He pointed to the white dress I’d worn to my bachelorette party. I’d just thrown it in with everything else when I’d packed up at my aunt’s house before the wedding.

When I realized where I’d gotten the card, I laughed. Michael didn’t.

“Who is he, Jess?” A muscle ticked in his jaw.

“A stripper.” I bit his shoulder and batted my eyelashes at him as he glowered.

“Why do you have a stripper’s card in your pocket?” His voice was strained and his mouth was a thin line.

I crawled into his lap so I straddled him. “Because I think he must have slipped it in my pocket as I was leaving the club. Remember the guy I told you about that embarrassed me and took me up on stage?”

“That was Big Stick?” he asked.

“Right.” I nuzzled against his neck. His jealousy turned me on more than seemed appropriate.

He gripped my ass and pulled me even closer. “Does he know you’re mine?”

“Well, he did say congratulations on my wedding, but then gave me his card, so I don’t know if—”

In one smooth movement, Michael ripped my panties off and tossed me onto my back. “Say you’re mine.”

I shrugged. “I mean, I guess you could say I’m maybe—”

He pushed inside me and I squealed at the sudden intrusion. He smoothed his cock out and then back in, as deeply as he could go.

“Now, tell me you’re mine.” His voice was a low growl and he bit my neck to make his point.

I gave in. I always did. There was nowhere else I’d rather be, no other man for me. “I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours.” He kissed me, his mouth expertly making a slave out of me as he fucked me wildly.

I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts as he clutched me to him. He grew rougher, as if trying to instill himself in every cell of my body. He was already there. Every piece of me was linked with a piece of him.

He reached between us and rubbed my clit, making me moan and writhe with each of his hard impacts. “Michael!”

“Look in my eyes. Can anyone else fuck you like this?”

I stared at him, marveling at the intensity of his gaze as he pistoned into me harder than I thought possible. Every impact jarred me and gave me so much pleasure I was panting. His thumb on my clit was working me into a frenzy.

“No,” I breathed.

“Can any other man give you what you need?”

“No. Only you.”

“Damn right. I’m going to come so deep inside you, wildcat. Mark my goddamn territory.” He nipped at my jaw before kissing to my neck and sucking my skin between his teeth.

I dug my nails into his back and held on for the ride. My breasts pressed against his chest and I cried out as he gripped my hair, wrenched my head to the side, and bit down hard on my throat. The sting of pain intensified every sensation and I came all at once, rushing over the cliff and calling his name as I fell.

“Fuck yes, wildcat,” he grunted and sank deeply inside me. His cock grew even harder and kicked as he filled me.

My pussy spasmed one final time and I shuddered beneath him. He kissed the bite on my throat before working his way to my mouth.

His lips were gentle, the frenzy gone.

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