Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
This is going to be too much, but I am so down for the ride. Whatever he wants to give me, I’m ready to take.
He keeps going, giving me his full length until he bottoms out, and fuck, I’ve never been stretched so far in my life. He pauses just a moment, letting me adjust to his sheer size, and when he slowly begins to pull back, my walls finally start to relax around him.
“Holy shit,” I groan low.
“Fuck, baby. I’m only just getting started.”
He thrusts back inside of me, and as his thumb works my clit, I can’t help but reach beneath me and unclasp my bra, desperate to get rid of it. “Shit,” I gasp. “Again.”
He rolls his hips and hits that desperate spot deep inside of me, fucking me just like I wished. My walls clench around him, squeezing him as tight as I can. It’s too much. He’s too good.
“That’s right, Mila. Take all of me. Just like that.”
Oh God. The gravel in his deep tone sends pulses of electricity shooting right through my body and straight to my core, and when he adds just a little more pressure to my clit, I lose all control.
“Hold on to it, baby. Don’t you dare come.”
Only it’s too late, and I detonate again, my pussy shattering like glass around him. “Oh shit,” I cry out, clenching my eyes. He doesn’t stop, still wildly thrusting deep inside me. Then before I’ve even reached the height of my orgasm, he flips me over, props me on my knees, and before my pussy has even stopped spasming, he slams back inside me from behind.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, burying my face into the blankets as my hands ball into tight fists. I push back against him, taking him deeper as his hand takes my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh.
I come down from my high, but as he keeps fucking me, my body quickly starts working back up again.
With my ass high in the air, his other hand comes down in a firm spank against my skin, and as the sweetest burn stings my ass, he soothes it with a gentle rub of his palm before his fingers trail down to my hole, applying just enough pressure to drive me insane.
“Show me how you please yourself, Mila. Rub your clit.”
Without hesitation, I slip my hand between my legs, and the second my fingers brush my sensitive clit, my hips jolt with need. I grind against my fingers as he slams into my cunt over and over, the rotation of his hips almost too much to bear.
His bulging tip moves inside of me, hitting the spot just the way I like it, and as he pushes his skilled fingers against my ass, teasing me with the sweetest pleasure, I succumb to his wicked ways, and for the fourth time tonight, an intense orgasm rips through my body.
“Fuck,” I cry out, barely able to hold myself up a second longer.
He lets me ride it out, but the way his fingers dig into my hip and the way he grunts through his clenched jaw suggests he’s just as far out on the edge as I am, and honestly, all he needs is a little push.
Determination floods me, and despite the way I’m currently falling to pieces, I push back against him, taking him harder, deeper, and falling in love with the way he clutches me as though he’ll never get enough.
He grunts, and just as I reach the absolute peak of my orgasm, he comes hard, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside of me.
6
MILA
My head crashes against my pillow as my not-so-mysterious Christmas Eve stalker comes down beside me, his hand resting against my ass as we each struggle to catch our breath.
“Shit, Mila. I could fuck you every minute of every day for the rest of my life and still not have enough of you.”
A stupid grin stretches across my face, and I drop my hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart below. “Is that a challenge? Because I think you might have worked out that I’m not the type to shy away from a challenge.”
“No, you’re certainly not,” he agrees.
I can’t help but laugh as I simply stare at him. This can’t be real. This man is far too perfect for me, and yet I don’t know a damn thing about him. “Are you ready to tell me your name now?”
A cocky smirk pulls at his lips. “I thought you would have put it together by now.”
My brows furrow, unsure what he could mean. It’s not like I can simply guess his name. All this time, I’ve been assuming he was Santa Claus, but that couldn’t be right because I saw Santa when I was six, and this guy wasn’t him. Don’t get me wrong, he was certainly there, but he wasn’t the old man in red putting presents under my tree.