Page 42 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
A loud groan ripped from my throat.
Did she have any idea how much she was driving me crazy?
She lowered some more.
I shivered.
It was a good seventy percent in.
So goddamned close.
I moved my hands from her hips, knowing that if I kept them there, I would probably ram her down onto me.
It felt too good.
Gritting my teeth, I gripped the side of the bench.
She went down, getting close to ninety percent. Her face winced in a grimace. “It does fit.”
I moaned, “Fuck yes it does.”
Moaning, she went all the way down to a hundred percent.
“Oh, Mariah!” I moaned.
An evil grin crossed her face. She began moving her body up and down, gyrating and riding with pure precision.
“Mariah!”
No woman had ever owned my cock like her. No one had ever dominated me.
Her breasts bounced.
All I could do was take her beautiful pussy. My eyes grew wild. “I’m going to make you my wife.”
And then she came hard and cried out in pleasure over and over and fucking over, driving me even more crazy. Tears left her eyes, and she rode me, crying out louder and louder.
“Fuck.”
“Gabriel!” She cried out in pleasure again.
I came with her. “Goddamn it, Mariah.”
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
