Page 7 of Busting Nuts
“Well, when you put it that way.” I grin as he lifts me over his dick and then pushes inside. My knees are spread wide as I slowly lower down his length, and I gasp when I’ve taken all of it.
Hans holds my hips in place before he begins to rock me back and forth. That’s when I feel something good between my pussy lips pressing on my clit. I grind against it before I pull back and see what it is.
There’s a little bunch of red berries that look like they were carved there just for a woman to use. They are in the perfect spot and feel amazing as I rub my clit against them.
“For you, my bride.” Hans groans as his cock throbs inside of me.
My hips pause, and I stare down at him. “Bride?”
He nods as his hands slide up my back. “Clara, my love. My bride. Forever.”
I clench around him, not knowing what to say but loving how much he adores me. My mouth opens in a silent scream as I rub the berries again, and Hans’ dick vibrates inside of me. It’s the single greatest orgasm of my life, and I collapse on top of him when it feels like I’m going to black out.
I’m breathing heavily as I go limp against him, but Hans is there, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.
“My love,” he says before kissing the top of my head.
“Is this just for one night?” I say the words that I’ve been terrified to ask. As crazy as this is, I don’t want it to end.
“No.” Hans shakes his head, and I look up into his eyes. “My magic is for you.”
“What about Elodie?”
“She did not get my magic.” He touches my cheek tenderly. “She was nice. But not my Clara.”
“She was good to you, right?” I ask, already knowing that Elodie adored him.
Hans nods. “Motherly.”
“I see.” I nod and lean into his touch.
“My star brings me to you.”
“Your star?” I ask in confusion, and then I remember the star in the box. “The tree topper?”
“Yes. It guided me to you.”
As much as I love the thought it was Elodie’s great niece that brought him to me, my heart sinks.
“Why is my Clara sad?” Hans cocks his head to the side.
“If you are connected to the star, then I won’t be able to sell it.”
“Sell it? Why?”
“Well,” I say and wave my hand around. “I’m not exactly rich.”
Hans smiles and waves his hand the same way I just did. “Yes you are.”
“I mean, things could always be worse, but what I meant was—” That’s when I see the stack of money on the bed beside us. “Oh holy night.”
“My star brings happiness. Right?”
“Your star did this?” I ask, blinking at the pile of money.
“Yes. I will use it to make my Clara happy.”
“Oh Hans.” I collapse on top of him, kissing his cheeks and lips and everywhere else I can reach. “I love you.”