Page 44 of Under The Meh-stletoe

He stood behind me and admired the view for a moment. His cock stood thick and straight and imposing, but he wrapped it in a hand anyway. He got close enough to slap me with it a few times, before sliding the head up my slit and pushing the very tip of it into my entrance.

Our eyes locked in the mirror.

"Watch my cock disappear into you, Ale." One of his hands grabbed the flesh at my hip I couldn't see in the reflection, while the other moved my leg forward on the floor. It opened me wider for him.

I grabbed his balls and gently pulled him closer. "Get in me."

"Holy shit. Those nails are sharp, woman."

"Then you'll be careful until I tell you to fuck me hard."

"Guide me in."

I pulled again and he entered me slow. He whined and grabbed the rounds of my hips. I could only see his profile on the mirror— it looked pained— and my eyes wanted to close, but I made myself watch as every inch made it into me.

The first full stretch was my favorite part. Getting to see every detail of it had my heart beating as fast as it ever had. I moaned when he sheathed himself deep.

"Fuck, Ale." He ground his hips against mine. "You literally have me by my balls here. Let me do more."

My muscles tightened around him, the coiling tight in my lower belly.

"Ale." He slapped my ass again. His cock throbbed inside of me. "Play with your clit as I fuck you hard."

"Don't move yet." I let go of his balls and rubbed on my clit a few times. With index and middle finger, I teased the point where my flesh extended around him.

He groaned. "Please."

"Now who's begging?"

"I'll beg you. Let me fuck you hard. This is torment."

I burned. The way my body prickled, I'd come as soon as we got into it.

"Please. Please," he added. "I'm going to lose it."

"Don't move." I leaned forward, releasing half of his cock, before I pushed back and got him deep inside of me again. I moaned and repeated the motion a few more times.

He whimpered. "Holy… Christmas… ghosts."

A weak chuckle built in my throat, but it was overpowered by the fire roaring through me.

"I'm gonna come fast." I quickened the pace at which I pulled away and pushed back.

"Good. I'm not going to last either."

"Fuck me hard now. I want to hear you straining like when you chopped down that damn tree."

"Fucking finally." His fingers dug into my rolls harder. "Now don'tyoumove."

I couldn't have done it if I tried. His hands gripped me hard as he went wild. My flesh, dark red-brown and swollen, responded to his thrusts, slam after slam of his hips against my ass. I braced myself with an arm on the mattress, doing my best to keep up with the strength of his pumping movements. With my free hand, I tapped lightly on my clit— anymore and I'd finish at once.

"You're so slick." He huffed, a strained sound I hadn't been able to forget in the weeks since I had first heard it. "So warm and tight around me."

"Tell me you're close."

"I'm close." He groaned. "Really close."

I arched my back to get him even deeper; the head lightly bumped against my cervix with each drive of his hips. The pressure shocked me— in a good way. It built further into my body and my mind went blank. I barely registered that I rubbed my fingertips on the head of my clit; the ensuing explosion triggered deep core convulsions that jerked each muscle through my body. I blissed out.