Page 73 of Merry Witchmas

“And now, what I promised.” He draped himself over me and lined his cock up with my loosened hole. His head fit in easily, but the rest of him took some effort, filling me further than all of his fingers did.

“God you’re so tight,” he commented.

He continued his slow movements until I was completely full, and his pelvis met my backside.

“You feel amazing,” he said.

I nodded. He let me adjust to his size before he fucked into me gently, getting used to the new feeling. It wasn’t something I’d experienced before, but I enjoyed it once I got comfortable.

“How do you feel moon?”

“Full, and good.”

“Exactly how I like you.”

He fucked into me harder now, snapping his hips so hard his balls hit me with a loud slapping sound.

He started rubbing my clit, that was so sensitive it almost felt more painful than pleasurable.

“I know you can come for me one last time. Milk my cock.”

And I knew I could. I felt it building. This felt like some of the most erotic, but the most emotionally intense sex we’d ever had. I loved this man so much.

“Come for me.” And I did. I came around his cock hard, let myself soar before falling like the snow drifting to the earth outside.

He sunk into me one last time before I felt him fill me.

We fell to the bed together, tangled in each other. After a few minutes I lifted my hand to stare at the new bling on my finger.

Ellery leaned in and kissed my temple. “Ready to spend the rest of our lives together?” He asked.

“More than you’ll ever know.”

THE END.