Page 27 of Dark Christmas

"You like feeling how hard I am for you, don’t you?”

She bites her lip, looks up with sultry eyes, and whispers, "Maybe I just want to see how long you can last before you beg for it."

Fuck. I wasn’t expecting that.

But she drops to her knees and pulls out my cock like she’s been waiting for this. Her lips press against the head, soft and teasing, and electricity shoots through me. Between the danger, the exposure of being outside, and her unexpected move, I can barely contain myself.

Her tongue slowly swirls around the tip before she takes me deeper. She’s not rushing it, she’s savoring it. It’s like her mouth was made for this, the way she sucks, just enough pressure to drive me insane, tongue flicking in all the right places.

Each time she takes me deeper, it’s like the world disappears. She looks up, eyes locked on mine, and it’s enough to make me forget everything but the way she’s working me—relentlessly, perfectly.

Her mouth moves down my shaft, her lips soft, tongue teasing every inch. Then she’s on my balls, suckling gently, kissing like she’s worshiping every part of me. I feel it deep, the heat building. She’s about to push me over the edge but I grab her hair, stopping her just before I lose myself.

“Up,” I growl, pulling her to her feet.

My cock slips out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she’s left breathless, looking at me like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Did you like that?”

I press my hand between her thighs, rubbing her through her panties, feeling the heat and wetness that’s already soaked through. She gasps, biting her lip as I touch her.

“It was fucking amazing,” I murmur into her ear. “I wanted to watch you drink every last drop of me.”

“Then why didn’t you let me?” she asks, her breath hitching as I rub her harder.

“Because I want more.”

With that, I turn her around, pushing her forward until she’s bent over, hands braced against the edge of the fountain. Her ass is right in front of me, perfect, begging for my hands. I tug her panties down slowly, savoring the way they slide over her skin, exposing herself to me. My fingers trace the curve of her hips, and I take a moment to admire her—every inch, bare and trembling—ready for me.

Part of me thinks I should go easy on her. After everything she’s been through tonight, coming so close to losing her life. But then she grinds her ass back against me, desperate, needy, and I know she wants this as much as I do. Maybe even more.

I tease her, sliding my head against her soaked pussy, rubbing it just enough to make her squirm. She moans, breathless, desperate.

“Please,” she begs, her hips pushing back against me, trying to take what I haven’t given her yet.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need you inside me. I’m begging you.”

I push into her, slipping inside with one hard thrust. She’s soaking wet and tight, welcoming my cock with a firm squeeze.

I drive myself deeper, and it feels perfect, like she was made for me. Every inch of her clenches around me, taking me in. Her back arches, her hands gripping the fountain tight, and I know she’s mine—completely.

I thrust hard and deep, her moans mingling with the soft bubbling of the fountain. She’s loud, raw, and I fucking love it. I reach forward, slipping her bra down and grabbing her tits, her nipples hard beneath my fingers as I rub and pinch them. She gasps, pushing back against me, and I can tell she’s close—so damn close.

My hands move to her ass, squeezing her firm cheeks before I swat her hard enough to leave a faint handprint. She yelps then moans, her body craving more.

“You’re mine,” I growl, my voice rough and possessive. “I’m going to make you come so hard.”

“Please,” she begs as she pushes back against me, meeting each of my thrusts with more need, more urgency.

I plunge into her faster, deeper, and her whole body starts to tremble. I feel her tightening around my cock, her walls clenching hard, her legs shaking as the orgasm hits her.

She cries out, her pussy pulsing around me, soaking me as she comes, squeezing me so tight it’s like she’s pulling me deeper with every wave of pleasure that crashes through her.

She’s coming completely undone, falling apart on my cock, and I can feel every damn bit of it.

I turn her around, her legs still trembling, barely able to hold her weight. I kiss her hard, tasting the raw need between us, my tongue claiming hers as our mouths crash together. She’s still breathless when I lift her off her feet, carrying her to the grass.