Page 38 of A Bloody Merry Christmas
He grabbed the back of my right thigh while using his left hand to guide his tip to my hole. He glanced at me, and when I winked, he smiled as he pressed himself inside.
I sucked in air between my teeth as the width of the tip spread me apart. The deeper he rocked in, the harder my dick grew, as spikes of pain and pleasure wove together in an array of very complicated but sexy as hell feelings.
Sam was sliding inside me, joining us together as easily as two puzzle pieces, and every molecule inside me focused on him and the way he made me feel.
Alive.
Hungry.
Desperate.
Ready for release.
And most importantly, loved.
He stared down at me as though I was the best Christmas present he’d ever received, eyes wide and sparkling with an intensity that sent shockwaves through me. Is this what it meant to be cared for? I hadn’t experienced the phenomenon before now.
My thighs shook and I wrapped my arms tighter around them to hold them in place. I studied him, taking in the gentle lines of his face, memorizing them so I could still see him when I closed my eyes. I wanted to dream about him on my worst and best days, see him smile at me the way he was now. He was my savior, my knight in shining but bloody armor. He was my wholereason for being alive. I wouldn’t be breathing without him right now.
He pressed in deeper until he bottomed out, and we both groaned. I hooked my ankles over his shoulders and dragged him down for a kiss. He ate at my mouth like he was famished and I would be whatever nourishment he needed. He’d fed me and took care of me, and now it was my turn.
He buried his face against my neck, and I stroked the back of his head, tilting my chin to kiss him on the cheek.
“So good,” I whispered, voice thick with desire. “You feel so good inside me, Sam. I’m so full.”
He shuddered and made a carnal sound against the skin of my neck. He rocked his hips, and I gasped. We didn’t need words. Our bodies joined together and communicated for us.
He began to move, pulling his dick nearly all the way out before slamming back inside again. The noise that left his throat was downright obscene, like he’d never felt anything so good in his life, and I could relate to the sensation. My skin buzzed with overexcitement, my nerve endings on fire and burning me alive. It had grown past the point of desperation—I needed him to move, to fuck me so deep that I’d have the shape of his dick in me for weeks.
As though he was a mind reader, he began to thrust, the rock of his hips a long roll that drove him in as far as his balls would let him. He moved slightly uncoordinated but with natural skill, the head of his dick slamming against my prostate, and stars burst in my vision. My fingertips tingled, and I was so close it hurt. I was on the edge of a cliff and he was driving me over it.
I snaked my arms around his neck and hauled him in for another kiss as he continued to hammer my prostate. He grasped my thighs, fingernails digging into my flesh and adding the extra bite of pleasure and pain that had my orgasm crashing through me. My balls tightened and my dick jerked, jets ofcum painting lines up and over our stomachs and chests. Some splashed my chin.
He groaned and licked the drop of cum that landed on my face, and I trembled through the waves of release.
He tensed and his mouth popped open to let out a low growl as warmth filled my hole. His shoulders shook so hard that I slapped my hands on them, and he buried his face against my neck again, hips twitching as he came inside me. He kept jerking and making strange groans, so I stroked the length of his spine as he came down from the high of his orgasm. I shushed him quietly, kissing the skin of his shoulder and arm to help him through.
Finally, he collapsed on me.
“You alive?” I whispered.
He rumbled out a laugh and held up a hand that he wobbled from side to side. He levered himself up on his elbows, the grin on his face so wide healmostlooked terrifying.
“Was it good?” I teased.
He gave me a thumbs-up, and I laughed loudly.
“Glad I got the seal of approval.” I cupped his face and kissed him gently. “Let’s do it again. And again. And again.”
He nodded enthusiastically, causing my laughter to double.
Was it possible for a serial killer to be this adorable? Yes. The answer was a huge yes.
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SAM
Thanksgiving. How the hell was it Thanksgiving already? But at least it was finally Ezra’s birthday, too.
