Page 37 of Winter Wishlist
Her cunt spasms, dragging me under at the same time her climax hits. With a raw groan, a primal sort of fucking noise from somewhere deep in my abdomen, I slam home.Againand again. That familiar zap of heat is more intense than ever, racing straight down my spine, until the pressure surges through my groin.
My cock fills her, jerking and pulsing so hard my vision goes blank at the same time. Keeping her sealed tight against me with greedy fingers holding her hips in place, I paint her inner walls with my cum.
I slow my thrusts, not yet ready to give up the incredible feeling of her rippling around me. Absolutely not fucking ready to pull out, because the slickness and filthy goddamn sensation of her pumped full of my seed is turning my world on its head.
But I know this isn’t just about me. The intensity of Henri’s gaze—the fact that he’s lasered in on my heaving chest and the way my throat works to swallow, to try and catch my breath—leaves me more than a little upended.
When I look at him, there is only pure lust and desire raging like a bonfire behind his expression.
“Come change places with me. Lie here,” he rasps, starting to move. “I need to see just how sloppy you left our girl.” Everything about him is sex and control.
He murmurs a little praise to Mia, swooping down to give her a kiss, then leans over to do the same for me. We each get a side of Henri. Hers is soft, adoring. Mine is biting, rough. We’re both left going out of our heads.
I follow his instructions. Crawling up the bed, my heart pumping like a racehorse, I drag Mia with me. Pulling her forward to lie across my chest, she remains on her knees, ass in the air, but allows her top half to slump over me. As she lays her head over my skin, both her forehead and my torso damp with sweat, she contentedly nuzzles into me without hesitation.
The sweetest gift on the planet, who enjoys clinging to me after damn well squeezing me like a fist? Yeah, I’m just as clingy in return.
“That felt incredible.” Her warm lips are wet as they brush against my torso. The breathy edge to her voice reaches down between us and tugs on my cock.
“Does this sweet little pussy need more?” Henri says from behind her. Now knelt in the position where I was only a moment ago. Except, he’s not doing anything more than roaming his palms over her exposed ass. He’s sitting back to appreciate the sight of her. Every flushed, swollen, intimate part of Mia is on display, and his eyes tell the story of just how ravenous that depraved sight makes him.
I feel the moment her pulse hitches, as her breathing starts to quicken, with little shallow puffs of warm air caressing my stomach. Her lashes might be heavy, drifting against her flushed cheeks, but Mia hums out a little moan, arching her spine in order to give him more of a show.
Fuck me.
Henri grits out another string of curses in French. I know enough to understand most of what he says, but there’s no translation required at all in a time like this. He’s losing his mind at the sight of her pussy leaking my cum.
I keep roaming my hands over every part of Mia I can reach. Gliding affectionate touches across her soft skin, stroking her hair, kneading her shoulder joints. Beneath my heavy calloused palms, the contrast of how warm and soft she is sends a shudder along my body.
Mia starts to nudge her nose against my stomach, writhing against me.
Henri chuckles darkly as he watches the two of us start to get hot and heavy again. “Just give him a minute, beautiful, he’ll be ready for more.”
“Wh—What?” She tilts her lust-blown gaze to meet mine, staring up at me from behind those thick lashes.
At her back, I see the look of unfiltered need in Henri’s eyes as he grabs a handful of her ass, parting her cheeks, and chuckles. “A Christmas gift you get to enjoy as many times as you like, sweet Mia. Our boy here has almost no refractory period.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
No. Refractory. Period.
Here I thought that was just an urban myth.
My body melts against Reid’s warmth, still feeling every inch of him imprinted inside me. Desperately aching to be full again. Craving another round of that delicious stretch and drag against my inner walls.
“See how hard he is already for you. Age is just a number, isn’t it,mon big?”
“Oh my god.” A rush of air leaves my lungs.
“He’ll love to hear you moan that in your soft, sweet little voice all night long if you let him.”
Certainly, the evidence thickening and stiffening beneath my body proves that to be entirely true. He’s hard in almost no time at all.
I’ve only ever been with men who do the bare minimum to get themselves off. The type to roll over and start snoring within thirty seconds. This? The way Reid keeps running his hot palmsover me, the way Henri’s presence fills my awareness from behind me… no detailed explanation is required to understand that this is only a momentary pause to catch my breath.
I should have done some stretches before this. My thighs and non-existent arm muscles burn in the best way possible.
Henri keeps one hand squeezing my ass, and traces a fingertip ever so slowly from the back of my knee, all the way up to the other cheek. My mouth waters for more. To be filled again, this time with Reid in my mouth, and Henri in my pussy. How could a girl like me go from zero sex to feeling as greedy as this?
