Page 18 of Her Mountain Christmas
His words hit me like a shot of something sweet and addictive, pooling low in my belly, making my clit throb. I whimper, my hips shifting restlessly beneath him, already craving more. “Please,” I breathe.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” He kisses my cheek, my jaw, my neck.
“I need you to move, Jack. I need you to fuck me.”
Jack groans, his cock flexing inside me, and then he’s pulling back slowly before pushing in again, deep and controlled. The drag of his thick cock against my aching cunt makes me shake and moan underneath him. “Like this, sweetheart?” His voice is ragged, his hips rolling into me, his cock filling me up over and over. “You need your tight little pussy fucked?”
“Yes,” I moan, my head tipping back, my body arching into his. “Harder, Daddy. Please.”
His control snaps.
With a growl, he slams into me, his cock bottoming out inside me, our bodies slapping together. The wet, sloppy, the sound of my pussy taking his thick cock over and over fills the room and makes me blush. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groans, his fingers weaving into my hair, holding me in place as he rails me. “So wet for Daddy. Such a greedy little cunt, taking my cock like this.”
His words send me spiraling, my pussy clenching around him, my orgasm building fast and hard. “Yes!” I cry, my nails scoring down his back, my legs locking around his waist. “Just like that, Daddy. Fuck me harder!”
He growls, his cock swelling inside me, his thrusts turning brutal, punishing. The bed creaks beneath us, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.
“I can’t wait to feel you come all over my cock, sweetheart,” he rasps, his teeth grazing my neck. “Gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you scream for me.”
His fingers find my swollen clit, circling it with just the right pressure as his cock slams into me, filling me up over and over. The dual sensation of his massive dick stretching me open and his calloused fingertips working my clit sends me spiraling headfirst towards oblivion.
“Oh god!” My back arches as the pleasure coils tighter, hotter, my pussy fluttering around his cock. “Jack! I can’t…I’m gonna…”
“You can,” he says, his fingers working my clit in the most perfect rhythm. “Come on this big cock, sweetheart. You can do it.”
And I shatter.
A sob tears from my throat, every muscle in my body going taut as the orgasm rips through me, violent and endless. My cunt clenches around him, squeezing him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my vision going hazy. “Jack!” His name is a broken scream, my voice raw, my thighs shaking around his hips as I come and come, my pussy gushing around him, soaking his cock, his balls, the sheets beneath us as I squirt again.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans loudly, his thrusts turning erratic, his cock swelling inside me. “That’s it, sweetheart. Milk the cum out of Daddy’s cock. Take every fucking drop.”
He keeps working my clit, dragging out my orgasm until I’m a trembling, sobbing mess beneath him, my pussy fluttering helplessly around his thick cock. “Ella.” My name is both a plea and a warning, and then he’s coming, his cock jerking deepinside me as he fills me up, hot and thick, his cum flooding my pussy. I can feel it, the pulse of his release, the way it spills into me, overflowing, dripping out around his cock as he keeps fucking me through it, his hips stuttering, his breath ragged against my neck.
“Fuck. Fuck!” His voice is rough, broken, his forehead pressing to mine as he empties himself inside me, his cock twitching with every last spurt.
Watching Jack Carter come is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. This moment—this entire evening—will be forever seared into my memory.
The room goes quiet, the only sound our mingled, ragged breathing.
Our eyes meet, and then we’re kissing, hungry and filthy, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as I giggle against him, breathless and giddy. He kisses me like he’s starved for me, like he can’t get enough, and I kiss him back just as desperately, my fingers tugging at his hair.
“Holy shit,” I breathe against his lips, my body trembling, my pussy clenching around his hard cock. “That was…”
“Perfect,” he says, his hands cupping my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks. His cock is still buried inside me, thick and slick with his cum, and the thought of it, of how full I am, of how his I am, makes me whimper.
I nod in agreement. “Completely earth shattering.”
He kisses me again. “Are you okay? I got rougher than I meant to at the end.”
I love that I made him lose control like that, and I grin up at him, biting my lip. “I’m freaking glorious right now.”
He chuckles, a low sound that makes warmth pool in my stomach, and then he’s rolling us, his cock still deep inside me as he moves onto his back with me splayed on top of him. He holds me close with my head on his chest, my pussy dripping cum ontohis stomach. He strokes his hands up and down my back, and kisses the top of my head.
I’m unbelievably blissed out right now. I feel like I’m floating. I’m tingling from head to toe. My pussy is sore, but I like it. I wanted to be sore from Jack, and he gave me exactly what I asked for.
We stay like that for several minutes, Jack’s cock gradually softening inside me as we cuddle close, hands sliding over skin. Eventually, he sighs and eases me off of him.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart,” he says, and I lay back on the bed, legs shamelessly spread as his cum drips out of me.
