Page 27 of Krampus Kruk
I exhale loudly, barely able to hold all the sensations in. My scalp tingles from the pull, my chest is flushed, my heart fluttering.
He releases my hair and shoves my face into the mattress. It’s rough but not cruel.
And I smile. Ifucking smile. I don’t even know why. Maybe it’s because I’ve never been manhandled like this—or maybe it’s because I’ve never wanted someone to toss me around this much.
He groans, deep and low, as he thrusts hard again. That sound makes my pussy clench.
“Baby girl,” he grunts, thrusting harder, plowing into me. Then, a flash of pain courses through me as he lands a slap on my ass. The sound practically echoes off the walls.
I nearly askwhat was that for?but his words fill the air.
“You’re thinking too much. Focus on coming on my cock.”
I don’t know if I can.
“Please, baby,” he says, slowing his rhythm.
The tone change makes me smirk.He’s begging now?
His hand slides around me, two fingers landing on my clit. I jolt at the contact, already oversensitive yet wanting more.
“Tell me you’re going to come on my cock,” he demands.
I bite my lip, his fingers circling, building. My body’s teetering, but something still holds me back.
“No games,” he says. “Fucking tell me.”
“I want to,” I whisper, “but I don’t know if I can.”
He pauses just enough to murmur, “You mean you never have?”
“Yeahhh …” I say, slow and uncertain, raking through past hookups in my head. Maybe once. Or maybe I faked it.
He leans into me, his chest against my back, heat radiating off his skin.
His breath hits my ear. “Why are you so fucking perfect?”
I blink.That makes me perfect?
My throat tightens—not from pressure this time, but from something worse: emotion. I’ll remember him forever.
Limerence.My therapist gave me that word. I’ll obsess. Rewind. Wonder what if.
But this is just a fuck.You’re not going to date an old-ass man, Morgan. Be so fucking for real right now.
“I’ll love having this title,” he says, pulling out of me. I blink again, trying to refocus, but then he effortlessly flips me over, draping my legs over his shoulders as his blue eyes pin me down.
“I think you need instructions,” he says, palming his erection and dragging it over my entrance. “So, I’m going to tell you how to come on my cock.”
“Yes, Daddy,” slips out of my mouth before I can think.
It shocks me, heat racing across my skin as my cheeks burn. I think my whole body is blushing. That word wasn’t some roleplay thing. That was raw. I’ve only ever said it with an edge before. Sarcastic, joking. I’ve never said it like this.
He pauses, lips parting slightly. “Stop thinking so hard and just listen, baby girl.”
Then, he pushes into me, slow and full, until I feel everything, every claiming inch.
“You’ve done so fucking good all night,” he says, steady as he thrusts. “Just give in one more time.”
