Page 68 of Wintertime Love (Holiday 2)

“What was that?”

“O-One,” I gasp out, feeling my eyes burn.

He seems satisfied with that and then smacks the other cheek just as hard, making me whimper, helplessly. My head, being held to face forward, my spine curved with how he’s holding as he spanks me, it’s such a vulnerable position, and my eyes squeeze closed. “T-Two.”

The next three strikes are in quick succession and then he stops for a moment to caress the hurting flesh, softly. “How does it feel?”

I open my mouth, “Is that the best you got?”

He releases a dark chuckle. “Even like this, you’re so fucking defiant.”

I purse my lips. I might be submissive in bed, but I don’t give in without a fight. He wants to conquer me, he has to work for it.

With each strike as he works on breaking me in, my will wears down, and my voice trembles. At some point, the pain is shooting straight to my pussy in sharp spasms of pleasure and I have a bad feeling that there’s going to be a wet spot on the arm of the couch. My clit is throbbing with each strike.

The cries coming out of my mouth are no longer of pain but have changed into wanton moans.

Then he’s releasing my hair and spreading my thighs forcefully, making an amused sound. “Well, look at this. You’re dripping all over the floor.” His fingers reach down and explore my pussy, sliding in easily.

My fingers scratch at the arm of the couch I’m holding for support as I whine.

“You’re so ducking wet, Darlin’. Like a goddamn tap.”

His words are crude and harsh and I just moan in the face of them feeling him spreading his fingers inside of me, doing whatever he likes to my helpless body. “Fuck me,” I beg him. “I need your—”

“I don’t think so,” he says, easily, and then withdraws his fingers that have been knuckle deep inside of me. Then using one hand, he grabs my hair and pulls me back up against his chest, pressing his wet fingers against my lips, ordering, softly, in a voice that brooks no defiance, “Why don’t you clean these up for me, Darlin’?”

My eyes flutter shut as I let him shove his fingers into my mouth. I obediently suck the thick digits that had minutes ago been stuffed in my pussy. I swirl my tongue around them, wiping each one of them clean, and a groan lifts from my chest when he starts fucking my mouth with them, moving them in and out, showing me what he intends to do to my pussy. They go deep enough for me to gag and yet, I don’t ask him to stop and neither does he attempt to do so.

When he pulls them out, I know my eyes are glazed with need and then he’s whispering in my ear, licking the outer shell, his words like that of the devil incarnate, “What do you want me to do to you to, today? Should I make you go on your knees and suck me off? Or should I put you against the door and fuck you so everyone knows that my cock is driving you wild? They’re all on the other side, you know.”

His words are low and harsh, striking against me, making me whimper as my eyes involuntarily go to the closed door.

“It’s not even locked. Anybody can just walk in and see you skewered on my cock, begging me to let you come.” His hand tightens in my hair, pulling it back, biting down gently on my earlobe, as he destroys me so thoroughly with his words alone. “I could force you on your hands and knees, stuff your panties in your mouth and then take you. Hmm, what do you think?”

My inner thighs are a wet mess and I can’t think.

I just want him inside of me before I lose my mind.

“Do…” I whimper. “Do whatever you want but please fuck me already. I need your cock inside of me!”

He growls and then he’s turning me around and picking me up with his hands on my hips, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist as he thrusts his cock inside of me.

I let out a short scream which I muffle in his shoulder, “Oh!” I’m already on the edge so when his rock hard cock – I don’t even know when he took it out – slams inside of me, I shatter in an instant.

But that doesn’t stop him from plowing my pussy, fucking me right through the delicious aftershocks as I cling to him, my arms around his neck, enjoying the heat and strength that radiates from his well toned body. His fat cock impales me again and again, a wild unrestrained look on his face as he ruins my pussy, making me garble his name out over and again, pleas falling from my lips in a broken rhythm, wanting more, wanting it harder, wanting him to break me.

And he does.

I’m a limp mess in his arms, bouncing up and down on his cock liked a rag doll, unable to keep up as he holds me up with just his hands and his cock. My whines are broken, my mind blank with pleasure, as I completely submit under his hands and he drives me to edge once again, shattering me as I sob out.

And then he’s kissing me, groaning into my mouth as he comes inside me, his body stiff, the handsome lines of his face filled with a fierce joy and helplessness.

We crash onto the bed and his weight pins me.

Both of us are trying to catch our breath as he drags us up and pulls the blanket around our exhausted bodies, his breathing ragged as he states, “You’re going to be the death of me, Clara Winter.”

“Well, at least I’ll take you down with me,” I gasp out, my heart racing.

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