Page 85 of Christmas Candy

“Say it.”Slap.

“Say it, Anna. I won’t stop until I hear it.”Slap.

She turned to look back at me, tears in her eyes warring with the lust.

“You own me.” Her breathy declaration was all I needed.

“Fuck right I do.” I pushed my head inside her wet cunt, the constriction exquisite.

Her moan echoed up the stairs. All I could feel was her. All I could see, all I could think – her. I moved further inside, my legs straining with the need to fuck her raw. She rocked back into me, pushing me even deeper.Bloody hell. I reached up and took a handful of her hair, pulling her back into me as I started a steady rhythm.

She was so perfectly slick that I slid with no problem, my tip hitting her deepest part. Her breathing was fast. I was flat out panting, overwhelmed by the woman I had under my control and impaled on my cock. I gripped her hip and began slamming into her, yanking her onto my cock with each hard stroke.

We were in a direct line of sight from the front door. If Ellen or Dad came back for any reason, they’d get a front row view of us fucking. I didn’t care. I wouldn’t stop. Her body wouldn’t let me. Our skin slapped and her moans grew louder. A tinkling sound mimicked our rhythm and I realized we were shaking the bells on the Christmas tree nearby. I should have thought it was funny, should have laughed. Instead, I pounded her harder, giving the bells a run for their money as her pussy tightened around me.

“You are such a hot little cunt, aren’t you?” I gritted the words from between my teeth.

She responded by moving back harder against me and moaning low in her throat. I wanted to keep that sound to myself, to never let anyone else hear it. When she said I owned her, it wasn’t just words. It was the truth. Emboldened by the thought, I pulled her up so her back was to my chest. I bit down on her shoulder as I kept my quick pace. I slid a hand down her stomach and stroked her hard nub, swollen and needy for my touch.

“Yes, please,” she breathed.

I obliged, strumming her clit even as my balls drew up against me, desperate to shoot my load. Her muscles quivered and her pussy clamped down on me. I sucked her skin between my teeth.

“Don’t come until I say, little slut.”

“I can’t stop. P-please, Niles.”

“No. Not until I say. Not until my cock is spurting my cum deep in your pussy.”

“Oh my god, Niles.” Her voice was desperate and my name on her lips sent me over the edge too soon.

My cock surged inside her.

“Come. Now.”

She came on a strangled scream, her pussy milking me as I pumped in jerky thrusts, the pleasure short-circuiting any smooth movements. I plunged into her until every last drop was gone. She fell forward and caught herself with her hands. She gave me a look over her shoulder, her eyes glazed with the same euphoria I felt in my bones.

I had bitten into her shoulder harder than I’d intended, leaving a half moon along the top and back. Instead of regret, I felt pride. She was mine. She should bear my marks, just like the ones on her ass from my palms.

She scooted up the stairs, and I winced when my cock slid from its favorite spot. I gripped her hips and ripped her back to me. I crushed her in my arms and kissing her neck, gently this time.

“Did I hurt you?” I whispered in her ear.

“No, I just. I need to—”

“I need you to know I’ll never hurt you again, Anna.” I meant every word.

She sighed as I kissed up her earlobe and smoothed my hands around her waist. “I want to believe you. I do. But this … this thing we’re doing. Whatever it is. It doesn’t change the past.”

“I can’t change it. It’s true. But I can make it up to you. I keep trying. What else can I do?”

She relaxed against me the slightest bit. “You’re definitely making a grade-A effort. I’ll give you that.” The smile in her voice soothed my frantic heartbeat.

“Good. I’ll keep making it as long as you let me.”

“No promises, Niles.”

“Right.” I smiled, my heart warming at the sliver of a chance she was giving me. “No promises.”

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