Page 17 of Her Mountain Christmas
Jack’s entire body tenses above me, his cock twitching violently inside me. A growl rips from his chest, low and feral, and knowing I’m doing this to him is heady. I feel powerful, more powerful than I’ve ever felt. “Christ, Ella.” His voice is rough, strained. “You keep talking like that, and I’m gonna lose what’s left of my control.”
I whimper as he sinks in another inch, the stretch bordering on pain, but I don’t care. I want it. I want him. All of him, every thick inch buried inside me until I can’t tell where I end and hebegins. Until I’m stuffed so full that the only thing that exists for me is Jack’s huge, perfect cock.
“Good,” I breathe, my lips brushing his jaw. “I want you to lose control. I want you to fuck me like you own me. Ruin me, Daddy. "
I can feel myself stretching around him, my body fighting to adjust to his size. It hurts, but it’s a good hurt, a deep, aching fullness that makes my toes curl. He pulls back just a little, then pushes in again, working himself deeper with each slow thrust.
My heart pounds hard and fast as I stare up at Jack. He’s so gorgeous that it makes my chest ache to look at him. So strong and sexy. And the filthy Daddy role? Icing on the cake. I’m gushing around him, my body on fire. In this moment, I know Jack could be everything to me—my best friend, my protector, my safe haven, my filthy Daddy.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing mine. “Taking my big dick like such a good girl. You’re so fucking perfect, Ella. So tight and wet and mine.”
I rock my hips experimentally, taking him just a fraction deeper, and the groan that tears from his throat sends a thrill through me. “God, I feel so small underneath you.”
“You are small, sweetheart.” His voice is a dark rumble, his breath hot against my lips. “Tiny little thing, all spread out for me, taking my big cock like you were made for it.”
We’ve gone from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye, and we’re both reveling in it. In finding each other, in this filthy, glorious thing we’ve discovered.
I whimper as he pulls back, the thick head of his cock dragging against my sensitive walls before he pushes in again, teasing me with just the tip. “I was made for it,” I breathe, my nails scraping down his back again. A wild part of me hopes I’m leaving marks on his skin. “Made for you. I think I’ve been waiting for this big Daddy dick all my life.”
Jack’s entire body shudders, his cock jerking inside me. “Fuck, Ella.” His voice is rough, strained. “You keep talking like that, and I’m gonna fuck this tight little cunt raw.”
I giggle again, the sound breathless and needy. “Promise?” Winding Jack up is my new favourite hobby.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathes, then he’s kissing me as he works his massive cock in another inch. My heart is fluttering, my pulse racing. It’s so filthy and sweet at the same time that I’m already addicted to this. Him. Us. “Gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart. Gonna make you mine. My filthy, perfect little sweetheart.” His words send a shiver through me, my pussy fluttering around him. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you? Being Daddy’s little sweetheart, stretched open on his cock.”
His cock twitches inside me, stretching me wider, and I gasp at the delicious burn. My fingers trail down his chest, my nails scraping lightly over his abs. “I love being your little sweetheart,” I whisper, my voice all breathy and high. “I love how big you feel inside me. Like you’re splitting me open.” I giggle, my thighs squeezing around his hips, my pussy clenching tight around him. Jack groans, his forehead pressed against mine, his breath hot and ragged. “Does that feel good, Daddy? When I squeeze you like this?” I do it again, my inner walls fluttering around his thick cock, and his entire body jerks in response.
“Sweetheart,” he growls, his voice a low warning, but I don’t care.
I rock my hips up, taking him just a little deeper, gasping at how full I feel. It hurts, but I still want more. “I want you to use me,” I whisper, kissing along his jaw. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow. I want to be sore from you. I want to feel you everywhere. I want you to wreck me, Daddy.” My voice is trembling with how turned on I am. The arousal is so sharp and so sweet that it’s consuming me. “I want you to be the only one who makes me feel this good. Ever.”
Jack’s breath comes in rough, desperate gasps, his cock throbbing inside me. “You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he groans, but his voice is thick with lust, not complaint. “I knew you were trouble.” He lifts his head, a sexy grin pulling at his lips.
“The good kind, right?” I ask, wriggling beneath him, making him groan again.
“The fucking best, sweetheart.”
I smile, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pull him down for a kiss. “I’m yours, Daddy. All yours. Forever.”
“Forever,” he growls, and my back arches as he sinks in another inch. The burn is sharp, but the way he’s praising me, the way his thick length fills me up is intoxicating. I want more. I want all of him.
“Please,” I whimper, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. “More, Daddy. I need more.”
He growls, his hips rolling forward, giving me more. “Greedy girl,” he murmurs, his mouth claiming mine in a hot, deep kiss. He fucks me in slow, shallow thrusts. “Daddy’s gonna give you every fucking inch, sweetheart. Gonna fill you up so good. You ready to take all of me?”
I nod and whimper, clinging to him as he pulls almost all the way out and then presses back in, not stopping this time until his hips are flush with mine.
“Fuck! It’s so big!” I whine, scratching at his shoulders, his arms, his chest. “Oh god. Oh god.”
Jack grinds against me, and I can feel him in my stomach. I’m so unbelievably full of cock.
And I love it.
“There we go. That’s all of me buried inside you, sweetheart,” he groans, his voice rough and dark. “Fuck, you took every inch in your tiny virgin pussy. Such a good girl for Daddy.”
His praise makes me moan, makes my clit pulse as my pussy clenches around him, my thighs trembling. “I did it,” I say,my voice high and breathy. I barely recognize it. I’m so full, so stuffed with his massive cock that I can barely think, barely breathe. It’s so unbelievably intense. So unbelievably good.
“You did,” he murmurs, his lips brushing mine. “So fucking perfect, taking my big cock like this. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
