Page 23 of An Undisputed Christmas
"There you go,” he praised, finding his rhythm as my body opened for him. “My little brat taking all of her cock.”
The stretch, the fullness, the way he fit so deep inside me, it was everything.
My hands slipped under his thermals, finding the hot skin of hischest and the muscle under his nipples. The moment I touched them, he jerked inside me, a curse falling from his lips.
"Don't stop," he panted when I started to pull away. "Keep touching me. I love feeling your hands on me."
I obeyed, pushing up his shirt to expose his chest fully, then circling the pink peaks with deliberate intent. His breathing became ragged, his thrusts more erratic as I played with him.
"You're going to make me lose it," he warned, his voice strained. "The way you touch me, the way you feel around my cock... I can barely hold back."
"Then don't," I whispered, leaning up to bite gently at his earlobe. "I want to drive you as crazy as you drive me."
He made a half-growl, half-moan sound, and his hips snapped forward with renewed intensity. His careful control cracked, hips driving forward with new purpose that had me crying out with each deep thrust.
The angle was perfect, hitting something inside me that made my vision blur and my toes curl in my wool socks.
“I’m close again," I managed to gasp, feeling that familiar coil of pleasure building in my core. "Jax, I'm going to come again."
“Come, princess.” His thumb found my swollen clit, circling with just the right pressure while he kept thrusting deep inside me. "Come on my cock like a good girl.”
My second climax built like a storm, gathering force until it broke over me in waves so intense I couldn't even scream.
My body locked around him, inner muscles clamping down with rhythmic pulses that drew a string of creative curses from his throat. But he didn't stop, didn't slow, he just held me through it while I fell apart in his arms.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his own control finally cracking. "Squeezing me so tight. You listen so well when you come.”
Even as aftershocks still rippled through me, I could feel him swelling thicker inside me, his movements becoming more erratic.
The Christmas music seemed to heighten around us, a choir of angels bearing witness to ourveryearthly passion.
"Can't stop," he panted against my neck, his movements becoming desperate. "You feel too good. I need more, need everything."
I was beyond words, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being claimed by him. Every thrust sent shockwaves through my burning system, my body responding to his dominance with complete surrender.
"One more," he demanded, his thumb working circles on my clit while he maintained his relentless pace. "Give me one more, and then I'll fill you up. I'll give you all of it.”
He worked me—until the combination of his words and touch pushed me over the edge for the third time.
This orgasm was deeper, warmer, radiating out from my core to every extremity. I went completely limp in his arms, my body unable to do anything but feel as pleasure consumed every cell.
"Perfect," he groaned, his rhythm finally becoming erratic as his own release approached. "My perfect, beautiful girl letting me fuck the attitude right out of her.”
His praise hummed around me as he chased his own climax, his thrusts becoming more aggressive. I could hear the strain in his voice as he fought to hold on just a little longer.
"I want to feel you come inside me,” I whispered, my voice quiet from moaning his name.
That was all it took. With a final, brutal thrust that seemed to touch my very soul, he buried himself to the hilt and came with my name on his lips.
I felt every pulse, every twitch as he filled me with his cum while the firelight painted us both in shades of gold and Christmas.
We stayed locked together in the aftermath, hearts hammering against each other while Christmas continued its quiet celebration around us.
The shadows continued to dance across our sweat-slicked skin, and somewhere in the background, angels sang about holy nights while we caught our breath from the most unholy claiming.
"I love you," he murmured eventually, lips brushing my temple with infinite tenderness. "My perfect, bratty, festive girl."
“I love you too," I whispered back, meaning it with every fiber of my being. “My perfect, handsome man.”
