Page 54 of The Grump Who Stole Christmas
He pressed his cock inside me and it almost felt overwhelming. Like a hot force that just broke me open from the inside.
“Tell me how you like it, baby,” he muttered, even as he bent to kiss my neck. I really liked it when he did that. “Nice and sweet? A little rough?”
You mean there were choices? For me, intercourse was always something that just needed to be done. Something I let a man do because I was supposed to want it. Which of course I did, it’s just that I’d never come from intercourse before, so for me it didn’t matter all that much how the man did it.
But I wanted something different today. I wanted Paul to fuck me and make me come and make everything else go away.
“Rough. Hard. So I can’t think. Can you do that?”
I didn’t have to ask because he was already doing that. Holding me down, thrusting into me so hard even my small breasts were jiggling. I tilted my head back and groaned. Yes, this was what I wanted.
Only Paul’s definition of rough sex wasn’t just a quick pounding until he came.
Instead he pulled out, flipped me until I was on my stomach. Pulled my hips and ass up high and then slid into me from behind. I dropped my face into one of his pillows and screamed, it felt so good. So raw and earthy. The slap of his hips against my ass, the stabbing of his big cock deep into my pussy.
I didn’t curse because of my mom. I didn’t talk dirty because, well, I just never had. But I had this feeling like I had all thisstuffinside me that I wanted to let out.
“No screaming into the pillow, Kay-Kay. We’re alone out here in the woods. I want to hear those sounds!”
He pulled his dick out and I lifted my head, my neck arched.
“More! Now!”
“That’s better. Want do you want, Kay-Kay? I want to hear it.”
“I want your dick back!” I shouted. “Please just fuck me. Hard. Please Paul!”
He thrust back inside, while at the same time his big large hand came down on my ass. An explosion of heat tore through my whole body.
“That’s right, Kay-Kay. I play a little dirty too.”
He slapped my other ass cheek and it was glorious. The pounding didn’t stop either. I could barely breath I was panting so hard. That tight feeling was happening between my legs and I almost couldn’t believe it. I was going to come. Just from this.
“Come on my cock, baby,” he urged me. “That’s it. Squeeze me hard. Let go. Let it all go.”
I did. I exploded and screamed, my body clamping down on his. I felt his deep thrust. Heard his harsh groan, the rush of his come filling me up.
I’d never felt that before.
It was like sex had always been this moderately enjoyable physical activity.
Except this was not that. This was much bigger. Realistically, I knew I couldn’t get pregnant because I was on the pill. But this was how I might get pregnant if I were off it. With Paul grunting behind me, fucking me deep while I squeezed his cock, wanting to hold him tight.
I collapsed onto the mattress, my body splayed out and he fell next to me, breathing as hard as I was.
“That was…” I started and stopped. I didn’t really know how to describe what that was.
“Yeah. I know. Me too,” he muttered. “Stay with me tonight, Kay. I want you in my arms all night.”
Part of me thought that was a bad idea. Too close. Too much intimacy. Too soon. I mean, eventually this had to end. Eventually I had to go back to New York. To my life. To whatever new job I was going to get, so that I could be that person again. Boss lady.
Because that’s who I was.
Right?
His hand came down on my ass again. A slap, but not too hard.
“Stop thinking. I can hear your crazy brain from here. Just snuggle in and take a nap with me.”
