Page 45 of An Undisputed Christmas
When I added my pinky, filling her completely with four fingers, she cried out loud enough to disturb snow from nearby branches.
Her body was trembling, balanced on the knife's edge of release.
But I pulled away before she could come, ignoring her whimper of protest as I withdrew my soaked fingers. I needed her slick and desperate for what came next.
The red velvet of my Santa pants hit the snow as I freed my aching cock, the cold air a shock.
But the sight before me, my angel bent over and waiting, ribbons scattered in the snow around us like fallen stars, was worth any discomfort.
I coated my fingers with her arousal, then pressed them against her tight rear entrance. She gasped at the contact, her body tensing as I slowly worked one finger inside her ass.
"Relax," I murmured, my free hand stroking down her spine. "You know you can take everything I give you."
The second finger joined the first, scissoring gently to prepare her while she moaned and pressed back against my hand.
I could feel her body gradually accepting the intrusion, opening for me so sweetly.
When I was satisfied she was ready, I positioned my cock at her entrance—but not the one she expected.
My left hand wrapped around her throat in a possessive hold while my right guided me to her tight rear opening.
"Deep breath, angel," I warned, pressing the broad head of my cock against her prepared entrance. "I'm going to fill you up here.”
I pushed forward slowly, feeling her body stretch to accommodate my girth. She was impossibly tight, her muscles gripping me like a velvet glove as I claimed her torturously.
"Adrian!" she sobbed, her hands scrabbling for purchase against the SUV's icy surface.
When I was buried to the hilt inside her, I paused, savoring the feeling of complete possession. My angel claimed in the most predatory way in a bed of Christmas snow.
I slid my free hand around to find her dripping pussy, pushing three fingers deep inside her while my thumb found her clit.
My cock in her ass, my fingers filling her pussy, my thumb rubbing her clit—it all had her coming apart immediately.
She screamed as her first orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing around me while I held her steady against the vehicle.
I kept moving with slow, powerful strokes, pulling almost all the way out before driving in deep again.
Each thrust was deliberate and dangerous, my fingers matching the rhythm as I worked her toward another peak.
The sounds she made were pure music—broken sobs and gasps that echoed through the winter air, mixing with the wet sounds of our bodies coming together.
"So good," I groaned, feeling my own release building at the base of my spine. "Taking me so perfectly, angel. Made just for me."
I increased the pace, driven by her desperate cries and the way her body was tightening around me. The hand on her throat tightened slightly, restricting her breathing just slightly.
When her second orgasm hit, it was with a scream that seemed to shake snow from the surrounding trees.
Her entire body locked up, muscles clamping down on both my cock and fingers with rhythmic pulses that dragged me over the edge with her.
My release exploded through me with the force of lightning, every muscle in my body going rigid as I emptied myself inside her with a groan. Pulse after hot pulse filled her while she trembled and gasped in my arms.
We stayed locked together in the aftermath, both gasping for air as the reality of standing naked in December snow slowly reasserted itself.
The Christmas lights overhead seemed to pulse in rhythm with our heartbeats, blessing our coupling with holiday magic.
"Mine," I whispered against her hair, the word carrying the weight of every promise I'd ever made.
"Always," she replied, her voice hoarse from screaming my name. "Forever, Adrian."
