Page 29 of An Undisputed Christmas
His fingers pumped in and out while his thumb worked my clit in tight, perfect movements. My inner walls fluttered around his digits, chasing a release that felt tantalizingly close but just out of reach.
“There you go,” he praised, increasing the pace fractionally. “Fall apart for me. Show me how pretty you are surrounded by this winter wonderland you’ve baked up.”
My orgasm built like a slow-burning fuse, heat coiling tighter and tighter in my core. Just as I felt myself teetering on the precipice, Adrian's fingers stilled, then withdrew completely, leaving me empty and desperate.
"No," I sobbed, my hands fisting in his hair. “Don't stop, I was so close?—"
Before I could finish protesting, his strong hands gripped my thighs, lifting me effortlessly until my legs wrapped around his waist.
The movement pressed me flush against the frigid window, the further shock of cold glass against my heated skin making me arch into his burning chest.
His snowman pajama pants dropped around his thighs as he freed himself with one hand, the other keeping me pinned securely against the glass.
When the thick head of his cock nudged against my slick entrance, we both groaned at the feeling.
"Look at me," he commanded, his dark eyes boring into mine with predatory intensity. "I want to watch every expression cross this pretty face as I claim my pussy.”
The first inch was torture, my body working to accommodate his girth as he pushed forward. Every nerve ending screamed as he filled me, the stretch so perfect all at once.
“Yes,” he groaned out when he was barely halfway inside, his forehead pressed against mine while tremors ran through his powerful frame. “Taking me like an angel.”
I nodded desperately, nails digging crescents into his shoulders. “Iamyour angel.”
Something primal flashed in his eyes at my words. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, stealing my breath and wringing a cry from both of us.
The feeling of being completely filled, utterly possessed, was overwhelming in the best possible way.
"Mine," he growled against my throat, his teeth finding the junction where my neck met my shoulder. "Every inch of this body belongs to me, doesn't it, pretty girl?"
"Yes," I breathed, my inner walls clenching around him reflexively. “I belong to you.”
When he began to move, it was with that crazed power that characterized everything Adrian did.
Each withdrawal was slow and tense, letting me feel every ridge and vein as he pulled out until just the tip remained inside.
Then he surged forward again, filling me completely in one smooth stroke that hit every sensitive spot along the way.
The rhythm he set was maddening—not quite fast enough to push me over the edge but intense enough to keep me balanced on the knife's edge of release.
My breasts bounced with each measured thrust, the peaks hardened to painful points from the combination of the cold air behind me and overwhelming arousal throughout me.
"Is this what you needed?" he crooned, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "My cock stretching you open, claiming every inch of this little pussy?"
“Mmm,” I moaned, meeting his thrusts as best I could with my back pressed against the unforgiving glass. "Harder. Please, more."
His control cracked at my plea. The next thrust was brutal, driving so deep I swore I could feel him in my belly. The angle was perfect, the head of his cock grinding against that sweet spot inside me with every powerful stroke.
"This what you want?" he snarled, setting a punishing pace that had me seeing starlight. "Want me to fuck you hard against this window? Want the world to watch while I make you take my cock?”
"Yes," I cried out, past caring about propriety or discretion.
His response was to slam into me with renewed vigor, each thrust driving me higher up the window until I was practically pinned there by the sheer force of his possession.
He panted against my ear, his breath scalding hot. "Feel how deep I am inside you? How perfectly you take everything I give you?"
I could feel everything—the stretch and burn of his thick length filling me, the way his pelvis ground against my clit with every thrust, the coiled tension in my core building to an almost unbearable degree.
“C-coming,” I warned, my voice breaking on the words. "I can't hold back anymore."
