Page 21 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
I moaned at the sensation of being spread apart and utterly stuffed and engorged with him. I couldn’t move. I could barely think.
Oh shit. . .it fit!
“Fuck yes,” he groaned and remained still. “Look at how much you’re able to take.”
Yes. I did it!
Shivering, I moved my view to where his cock met my pussy and shrieked. “What?!”
To my shock, he was only sixty percent in and deeper than any man had ever been inside of me.
My bottom lip quivered.
Dark desire rode his voice. “I want to go deeper, but I have to be patient.”
“I-t won’t fit.”
“Don’t say it that way.”
“W-why not?”
“That fear in your voice makes me want to slam my cock into you.”
I widened my eyes.
He licked his lips and began slowing pumping inside of me.
It was wrong how just some of his cock was driving me wild. As he fucked me, he rubbed his finger over my nipple and then pinched it, making me cry out. “Oh my God!”
His cock pounded my pussy walls.
I gripped his back, needing to hang on to something.
“Fuck yeah, Mariah.” His rhythm increased, triggering more ecstasy. “I may keep you longer than twelve days.”
“Oh my God!” I was moaning to the point I was almost screaming.
My body spasmed.
Then, he slid his hand from my nipple to my clit.
The mattress shook.
“Oh my God!” So overwhelmed, I dug my nails into his back.
“You like this cock? Don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Remember what I said?” He pulled his cock a few inches out and began rubbing that fat mushroomed tip against my A-spot.
“Oh!”
He growled, “Youwillcum for me.”
“Oh my God!” My body exploded. My eyes rolled back. My legs shook. The orgasm crashed into me like a wrecking ball. Fireworks of bright color flashed in my head. “Ohhhhh!”
“Now my turn.” He lifted me in the air.
