Page 42 of An Undisputed Christmas
The position aligned us perfectly, her hot pussy level with my aching cock, and I could feel the scorching heat of her even through the delicate barrier.
The scent of her arousal mixed with pine and frost, creating an intoxicating bouquet that made my head spin.
Even in this frigid cold, she was molten for me, slick and absolutely perfect.
I could see it in the way the lace clung to her folds, could feel the dampness seeping through the fabric to brand my skin with her need.
“Touch me more, Jax,” she whispered, and my name on her lips was like a prayer and a plea combined.
Her nails found my shoulders, digging in with just enough pressure to send lightning racing down my spine. "Please."
With my left hand pinning her against the icy wall, I used my right to grip the delicate lace between her thighs. The fabric was drenched, clinging to her swollen pussy like a second skin.
It shredded like lace in my grip.
"Fuck, princess," I growled, the sight of her bare and glistening stealing what little control I had left. Her pussy was flushed pink, dripping with arousal, her clit swollen and begging for attention from me.
She’d created her own personal aurora against the backdrop of falling snow.
With fumbling fingers made clumsy by desperation, I freed myself from the confines of my awful Santa pants.
The cold air washed over my cock harshly, but it was nothing compared to the fire burning in my veins. I was granite hard, the head already dark and weeping with need.
"Hold on tight, princess," I warned, gripping her thighs and positioning myself at her entrance. "Because I'm going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand.”
Her response was to dig her nails deeper into my shoulders, her dark eyes blazing with trust and wild hunger. “I can take everything you give me.”
I drove into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt with a force that slammed her back against the wall. Her scream echoed through the air, pure ecstasy as I stretched her wide around my thick girth.
“Fucking Christ," I snarled, feeling her walls ripple and clench around me like fire. “Tight—made for my cock, weren't you, princess?"
She could only whimper in response, her body trembling as she adjusted to the overwhelming fullness. But when I started to move, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, her whimpers turned to desperate moans of pleasure.
Snow continued to drift down around us, catching in her darker hairand melting on our flushed skin, but neither of us cared about the cold anymore.
I set a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving her higher up the wall, each retreat making her cry out with loss. The sounds she made were music—raw, uninhibited, and absolutely filthy.
"You feel so big,” she whimpered, her inner muscles clenching around me experimentally. “R-rough.”
“Good girl,” I growled against her throat, my teeth biting into her skin. “I am big, and you, my beautiful princess, are getting fucked in this snow.”
The contrast of scorching heat where we were joined and biting cold everywhere else made every sensation electric.
Her head was thrown back in abandon, exposing the elegant line of her throat to my hungry mouth.
Her legs locked around my waist, heels digging into my ass as she met each thrust with desperate urgency. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, her head thrown back in abandon. "Jax, please?—”
Never. I could never stop with her.
“You’re so close,” I crooned roughly, feeling her building toward climax in the way her inner muscles began to squeeze. "Come on my cock, princess. Show me who owns this pussy."
We were burning where we were joined, freezing everywhere else, heightened every sensation until I felt like I might shatter from the intensity.
Her legs tightened around my waist, pulling me deeper with each thrust.
My hand slipped between our bodies, fingers finding her swollen clit and circling it with just enough pressure to make her cry out.
My big cock filling her tight cunt, my fingers working her little clit, the frigid air making every nerve ending hypersensitive, pushed her over the edge.
