Page 30 of Sweet Boys Love Christmas
She kisses me back, a small moan leaving her as she stretches up on her toes and winds her arms around my neck, her breasts pressing against my chest through her open coat.
It happens naturally, the way I pick her up and her legs go around my waist.
I don’t even think as I carry her back to my room and carefully strip her of her clothes.
“Are you sure about this?” she asks, naked beneath me as I roll a condom on.
“I’m sure.”
I kiss her, savoring the way her mouth feels against mine. I could kiss this girl forever.
When she’s ready, I push inside. Fuck, being sheathed in her warmth is the best feeling in the world. I close my eyes, and it’s like I’m eighteen again, meeting her for the first time.
This. Her. Me.
It’s inevitable.
She can’t keep denying it. I see it in her eyes. She feels this, too.
“Fuck, Bertie.” I grip her throat lightly with one hand. “You feel so good. This pussy was made for me. You hear me? It’s mine. You’re mine.”
Back arching, she whimpers. “Kiss me. Please.”
Please?
Who am I to deny my girl what she wants?
Our bodies move as one, every moment effortless. Fuck, why have I been so adamant about not having sex with her? If I’d given in sooner, we’d have been doing this for weeks. God, I’m an idiot.
“Luke.” She reaches between us, holding on to the silver chain around my neck.
I want to record the way she says my name and play it over and over again.
“Harder,” she pleads. “Fuck me harder, please.”
I kiss her neck, whispering against her skin. “If I do, this won’t last long.”
“I don’t care,” she cries. “We can do it again.”
I bite my lip to keep a laugh from escaping. “Needy, huh?”
She rolls her hips. “I’ve been dreaming of your cock.”
Fuck. This girl and her mouth are going to be the end of me.
“And when you dream of my cock, I’m fucking you hard?”
“I want it to hurt tomorrow,” she cries. “I want to know you’ve been inside me every time I move.”
“Jesus Christ.”
Challenge accepted.
I let loose everything I’ve been holding back because I wanted to take my time, relish every second. But she’s literally begging, and I can’t deny her what she wants.
When Bertie throws her head back and screams, I’m thankful as fuck my mom is working.
The woman beneath me is fucking gorgeous.
