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“Oh,” I cry out in a moan, letting my head fall back as I begin bouncing up and down. Moving my hands to his shoulders, I use him for support while I ride him.
Alex pulls a knife out of nowhere, and I jump back when he brings it to my stomach.
“Don’t stop,” he barks, making me wince.
Slowly, I start moving again, watching his glistening blade closely with wide eyes. He pulls on the bottom of my dress, slipping the tip of the knife through it, and then he rips it up, cleanly slicing the fabric from my body. My boobs pop out, bouncing in his face while I keep the rhythm going.
“Fuck, yes,” he hisses, setting the knife on the wood beside us and gripping my hips, slamming me down on his cock as hard as he can while taking one of my tits into his mouth. His tongue flicks out, lapping at my nipple and making it harden into a peak.
I cry out as the pleasure builds, radiating through my body. My legs are burning, but I push through because this is my chance to live out my most taboo fantasies. This is my “fuck you” to Alex’s mom and dad.
Thisis my darkest desire come to life.
I bring my fingers to my clit, swirling over it so furiously that an orgasm crashes into me, making me bare down on his cock. I feel the heat of the liquid leaving me as I shatter internally, squirting for him. He leaves me no room to feel self conscious about my body’s sweet release when he bucks his hips beneathme, driving himself into me harder and forcing me to squirt harder.
Stars dance on the edges of my vision. Like sugar plum fairies performing a ballet just for us. Smiling, I put every last ounce of energy into pleasing Alex.
Tonight has been the best gift I could have ever asked for and more.
Merry fucking Christmas, Alex.
Chapter Fourteen
ASHER
Iwatch her, every inch of her body moving on top of me, riding me like she’s in a frenzy, lost in the moment. Her hips roll with a hunger I can’t fucking ignore, pulling me closer to the edge as she moans, her head thrown back in pleasure. It’s almost too much to handle—too fucking good. She’s tight, her slick heat swallowing me, every movement sending shockwaves of raw pleasure coursing through me.
Her hands brace against my chest, her nails digging into my vest as she rides faster, pushing herself harder, taking me deeper with each roll of her hips. I can feel every inch of her, feel the way pussy pulses, clenches down around me, almost as if she’s trying to hold me inside her. It’s fucking intoxicating—like nothing else matters but this moment, this connection between us.
She feels it, too. My sweet doe is losing herself in it.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” I mutter, my voice rough, low. My hands move to her hips, guiding her movements, pushing her down harder, making her take every inch of me hard and fast. “You like that? You like how deep I can go?”
Her breath quickens, her eyes squeezing shut as she rides me with more desperation. “Yes… yes, don’t stop. Please…”
She’s losing it. I know it’s too much for her, but it’s too fucking good. Her movements are wild now, erratic, and I’m right there with her, matching her rhythm, each thrust building the tension between us.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper against her skin through the cotton mask. “You’re mine now, sweet doe. Every breath you take, every shiver that runs through you will remind you of who owns you. No more running. It’s time to surrender. You hear me?Mine.”
She moans, the sound almost inaudible, but I catch it. The way she’s getting lost in this, in me. She already came on my cock once, but when her body shudders, I know she’s close again. I can feel it. Her walls are tightening around me, like she’s trying to keep me inside her. She’s desperate for it. I can’t help but push harder, meeting her thrusts, driving deeper, taking her exactly the way I want.
The mask... she lifts it, just enough to expose my lips, her fingers trembling as they peel it off my face. Her lips crash down on mine with a carnal need, and for a moment, I can’t tell where her breath ends and mine begins. She moves against me with ferocity, our bodies locked in an almost primal rhythm. My hands grip her hips tighter, pulling her down harder, guiding her movements as we both chase the edge of release.
Her body presses closer, her huge tits pressed firmly up against my chest as if she can’t get enough, as if my sweet doe wants to drown in me.
Fuck, I am utterly consumed by her heat, the slick glide of her skin against mine, the way her breath hitches with every inch of me she takes.
I guide her harder, deeper, feeling the pulse of her movements, the way she shudders against me, her breath now mingling with mine as we get lost in the rhythm of each other’s desire. She’s so fucking tight, soperfect, I can barely think,barely breathe, just driven by instinct. The heady rush of pleasure builds with each grind, each pull of her body against mine.
Her hands claw at my vest as she throws herself forward, her lips brushing over my jaw, my neck. She’s wild, hungry, desperate, and it drives me crazy. Her body trembles, and I feel every inch of her as she gets closer, her moans rising in pitch.
“Come on, baby,” I growl against her lips, my voice hoarse, desperate. “Fucking give it to me. Let. Go.”
With a final thrust, she does. Her back arches, her mouth falling open as she finally comes undone, her body shaking with the force of her release. The tightness around me pushes me over the edge. My balls tighten with impending release, and I can’t hold back any longer. I bury myself deep within her, a final, guttural groan escaping my lips as I let go, filling her with every fucking drop I have to give.
“Fuck,” I groan, gripping her hips tightly as I hold her down against me, forcing her to take every inch, every bit of me.
As we both come down from the high, our breaths still shallow and ragged, she suddenly pulls the mask entirely off.