Dark Christmas: Chapter 10

I reach forward, hands still trembling, and start undoing the buttons on his shirt. As the fabric falls open, my breath hitches. Underneath, his body is insanely ripped, chiseled, and covered in tattoos.

I work on his belt, my fingers fumbling slightly in my excitement as I undo his zipper and tug down his slacks. My heart’s racing as I slip my hand into his boxer briefs and pull out his enormous, thick cock—hard and already dripping just for me.

I start stroking him slowly, my eyes wide as I take in the sight of him, every inch of his giant manhood making my mouth water. I bite my lip, feeling completely out of control but loving it. I can feel his eyes on me, and then he hits me with more of that mind-blowing dirty talk.

‘You like how I feel in your hand, don’t you? You’re going to love how I feel inside that tight, wet pussy of yours.”

His words send a shiver through me, and all I can do is nod as I continue to tease him with slow, deliberate strokes. He watches me intently, dark eyes locked onto mine. After a little more teasing, he leans down and kisses me again deep and intense, the kind of kiss that sends sparks flying through my body.

Before I know it, he’s positioning himself over me, his cock rubbing against my clit through my soaked panties. I gasp, my hips arching up to meet him, the sensation driving me crazy.

I’m in heaven, and I’m not sure I ever want to come back down.

He pauses, and I blink at him, panting.

“Is something wrong?”

He kisses me again, slower this time, then pulls back just enough to meet my eyes.

“We don’t have to go any further than this,” he says.

I smile, pulling him in for another kiss. “I want to” I whisper against his lips, no doubt in my mind that I want this.

He pulls back slightly, his gaze searching mine. “Do we need protection?”

“I’m on the pill,” I tell him, breathless and aching for more. That’s all he needs to hear.

With one smooth motion, he rips my panties off, positioning himself right at my entrance. I feel the head of his cock brushing against me, and I can barely breathe, every nerve ending in my body on fire.

He pushes in, slowly, stretching me as he sinks inside, and… holy shit.

Every inch of him feels like too much and not enough all at once.

He pushes in deeper, inch by inch, and I can feel every part of him stretching me out, filling me completely. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, his cock so thick and hard, gliding inside me with ease.

I’m on the verge of begging for more. I gasp as he bottoms out, his body pressing against mine, and I let my hands fall to his gorgeous, sculpted ass, squeezing as I pull him closer.

We kiss again, desperate, raw, and I can barely think with the way he’s moving inside me. He pulls back slightly, his lips hovering near my ear as he whispers, “You feel so fucking tight around me, like you were made for me.”

I moan softly, tilting my head back as he kisses my neck then moves lower, his mouth finding my breasts through my bra, sending shivers through my entire body. Every movement is slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring every second.

“Faster,” I manage to breathe out, my fingers digging into his back. “Deeper.”

He doesn’t hesitate, his hips snapping forward, pushing into me harder, faster, just like I asked. The pressure is building inside me as he picks up the pace. I can feel another orgasm already stirring, coiling tight in my stomach, just waiting to explode.

He sits up, shifting his weight and sliding a pillow under my ass, grabbing my ankles and throwing them over his shoulders. He spreads my legs wide, holding me open as he drives into me at a perfect angle. It’s unreal how good it feels, every thrust hitting my G-spot.

“Come for me again,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. “I want to see it. I want to feel it.”

His words set my blood on fire, and I lose all control. My whole body tightens, and before I know it, I’m coming—hard. It’s like a wave crashing over me, my back arching off the bed as I cry out, my pussy clenching around him with every pulse.

It’s intense, and the way he watches me, how he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, only makes it that much hotter.

After I come down from the high of my climax, he lowers himself back on top of me, kissing me slow and deep. It’s like his lips are some kind of drug, and I’m already getting addicted to the way he kisses—firm, but teasing, like he knows exactly how to keep me wanting more.

He continues to thrust in and out, slow, and deep, like he wants me to feel every inch of him. And good God, do I.

Then, he takes my wrists, pinning them above my head, holding me down. I love the way he’s taking control, dominating me in a way no one ever has before. It’s raw and intense, but also intimate. It’s like he knows what I want without me even having to say a word.

His mouth moves next to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Come again,” he commands. “I want to feel you all over my cock.”

All I can do is nod. I’m right there, teetering on the edge, ready to fall apart for him all over again. It’s crazy how fast he’s got me hooked but I’m too far gone to care.

His thrusts get deeper, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge. My legs wrap around him tight, and I grip his ass, pulling him in as if I can’t get enough. Another orgasm slams through my body like a tidal wave. I come hard, my mind going blank with pleasure.

As I continue to tremble from my climax, I feel him coming hot and deep inside me. He groans low in my ear as he fills me, the sensations and sounds of him erupting making the moment even more intense, sexier.

I savor every second, my mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as I give myself over to him completely. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I feel like I’ve just given a part of myself to him that I can’t take back.

When it’s over, he stays inside me for a minute, kissing me softly. I can feel the heat between us as he slowly slides out, and my body immediately misses him, craving that connection again.

He pulls me close, his lips finding mine, and I melt into the kiss, my hands roaming over his back. “That was…” I trail off, not even knowing how to finish the sentence.

“I know,” he murmurs, his voice low and satisfied.