Page 182 of How My Neighbour Stole Christmas
“This pussy is so greedy. I can feel you squeezing already, wanting more.”
“Because I’m close,” she whispers as her chest arches and her legs wiggle.
“Do you usually come this fast?”
“Never,” she says. “It’s you, Cole…all you.”
And that does something to my possessive soul as I move my fingers faster, playing with this woman’s body, wanting her to come so goddamn bad that it feels like my next breath depends on it.
“Yes, Cole…oh my God, right there. Right…there…” She groans, her hips thrusting into my hand, her lips parting. Just as I feel her starting to tighten around my fingers, I pull away.
“No!” she yells. But I lift her, strip my pants down, and let my cock spring up.
“Fuck me, Storee. Fuck me hard.”
She straddles my lap, places me at her entrance, then slams down, making my eyes roll in the back of my head from her sweet, tight warmth.
“Fucking hell,” I whisper as her grip falls to my shoulders, and she starts bouncing up and down on me. The sound of her ass hitting my thighs fills the air, mixed with her beautiful moans. “That’s it, Storee, ride me.”
She moves her pelvis back and forth, up and down, in circles, seeking out every angle she can. All the while, her breathing grows heavier and heavier.
Her need goes wild.
Her pussy tightens with every thrust.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I breathe out as I grip her hips and help her move. “Jesus, so close. Take my cock, Storee. Fucking take it.”
She lifts off me, and it’s my turn to protest, but then she turns around and sits back down on me. The angle must be hitting her in a different spot with her back to my chest because her thrusting has become feral.
I help her, shooting my cock up into her, meeting her pace. My hands find her breasts, and I play with them while she rubs her clit.
“Fuck yes, fuck yes,” she says as her pussy clenches around me. “Oh my God, Cole. I’m…I’m coming.”
She tightens.
She contracts.
She arches and grips the back of my neck as she shatters on top of me, pulling and tugging on my dick in such a delicious way that my balls tighten, my cock swells, and I’m coming inside her with such force that I bite down on her shoulder.
“Fuck,” I yell when I release her and let my head fall back to the couch as she leans into me. “Jesus Christ,” I mutter, coming down from the best high in the world.
“Cole,” she whispers, her hand falling to her chest. “Oh my God.”
“I know,” I say, my breathing ragged.
“You…are amazing.” Still on my lap, she turns around and leans her forehead against mine. “No one has ever made me feel the way you do.”
“Same,” I say, stroking her hair.
“You are ruining me.”
“That’s the plan,” I say, then I notice the bite mark on her shoulder. “Shit, Storee. I’m sorry.” I smooth my hand over where my teeth imprinted her skin.
“Don’t be…I hope you do it again.”
Our eyes meet, and I smile right before I bring her lips to mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
