Page 79 of Single Dad's Christmas Cookie

“Kiss me,” I requested. I wanted to forget everything, and his hands on my skin weren’t distracting enough.

His lips on mine were what I needed. I needed him and only him. His kissing skills were like magic. As his lips moved over mine, I licked my tongue into his mouth, seeking out the feel of his teeth, twisting with his tongue. The more he kissed me, the less I could remember. My focus turned to him and him alone.

I needed to consume him, bring him into my body. I wanted to merge and become a single body with him. I think we both forgot about anything other than kissing for a while. He ravished my mouth. I consumed him. I could kiss him forever.

At some point, Bryan shifted his attention to kissing along my jawline and down my neck. He kissed and bit at me through thefabric of my top. I tugged at the neckline in a desperate attempt at exposing my skin.

Bryan eased back onto his knees. His eyes flashed with intensity. I reached out and let my fingers slide into the smattering of chest hair over his firm pecs. He was sculpted with muscle, ripped. I never thought a man who was as strong and fit as him would ever go for someone as soft and curvy as I was. I was not some petite, little woman. It didn’t really matter how I was built as long as Bryan looked at me like that, like I was built the way he wanted me.

He lifted the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head and off my arms. He dove back into me, cupping one breast with his hand and attacking the other with an open mouth.

I gasped as he sucked my nipple into his mouth.

I threaded my fingers through his dark hair and held him against me. My head was back, and I arched, pressing my breasts into him. He needed more mouths, more hands. I wanted him to accept me as a sacrifice. He could do with me as he wanted as long as he kept doing this, kept chasing the phantoms and bad thoughts away with his lips and tongue.

He practically snarled like a raging beast as he adored my breasts. I was a feast for his inner beast. I had visions of being naked and trussed up, displayed on a fancy serving plate for his enjoyment. I gasped and moaned as I felt like giggling at the thought.

One of his hands left my breast and found its way under the stretchy waistband of my pajama pants and between my legs. I squeaked when his finger, slightly rough, immediately rasped over my clit. I bucked. He stroked my seam and dipped the samefinger between my folds. When he returned to paying attention to my clit, his fingers were slick with my arousal.

He stroked and teased with his hand while his mouth sucked on me. I arched and bucked under his touch. I wanted all of this. I wanted more. Yet, I didn’t want him to change a thing about how he was touching me.

I was greedy. I wanted it all and I wanted it all at once. I tried to touch him. I couldn’t reach between us to find his cock through his shorts. I tried to shift my leg so I could brush my thigh or my knee against him, but I couldn’t find him. He was keeping his cock away from me. I didn’t know whether it was on purpose or not. All I knew was that it wasn’t fair.

“I want your cock,” I cried out.

Bryan pulled away from me. He knelt over me, his erection tenting out the soft fabric of his shorts.

“Where?” His voice was gruff.

“Let me suck on you. My mouth is lonely,” I whimpered.

He pushed his shorts down, and his glorious cock sprang forward.

I rolled until I could reach his length. I sucked him, warm and salty, into my mouth. He twisted and captured a breast into his mouth. I sucked on him desperately. There was no skill or nuance in how I drew him into my mouth. I needed him. I needed us to crash and merge.

I hooked a hand into the elastic of his shorts and held on as I sucked his cock. The position was awkward, and I had no idea if what I did even felt good for Bryan. It felt good to me.

He shifted, and his cock was pulled through my lips and away. He climbed around and off the bed. He kicked his shorts off and yanked my pants completely away. Missing his touch, I grabbed my breast and began massaging as our eyes locked.

He batted my hand away as he stared at me hungrily.

“Then you touch me,” I said with desperation. I needed him against me. The touch of his gaze was not enough, would never be enough.

He crawled back onto the mattress and between my thighs. I lifted a leg to hook around his waist and pull him into my body. He lunged forward and slid into me.

“Mine,” I sighed as he entered me. It was everything I wanted. Him inside me is what I needed. My core tightened with his presence. All of my nerves were doing a happy dance. He was here. Mine.

With a rather forceful and commanding thrust, Bryan gathered me against his chest, pressing us together.

“Mine,” he repeated with a deep growl.

The sound of his possessiveness made my body respond. Everything tightened and grabbed hold.

“Say it. You are mine.” He emphasized each word with a thrust.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Yours. I am yours.”

My confession seemed to have set something free in him. His thrusts increased in intensity and speed. I could hardly respond in kind. I held on for the ride as he took me. My body was for him, all of it, his to do with as he pleased.

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