Kissing Kringle - A Forever Safe Christmas

“Oh God, Nick! Please, please.” I don’t know if I am begging for his cock or for me to come but he bites down on my nipple ever so slightly and I come moaning his name.

“Fuck, I was going to tease you for a little while longer, but I can’t stand it. I need to be inside your tight cunt,” he growls. he replaces his hand with the head of his cock and slams balls deep into me.

“Hard, Nicky. I want you to fuck me hard,” I demand my nails digging into his back. He groans and grabs ahold of the headboard. “You want it rough, baby girl? I can do rough,” he growls. He starts pounding into me over and over so hard that my body scoots up the bed an inch. My legs wrap around his waist and I gasp on every upward thrust.

“Yes, oh God, yes,” I mewl. He groans.

“Fuck your pussy is so tight, just begging for my come.” I moan. His dirty words never fail to turn me on. He starts slamming into me harder and harder, losing all control and I fucking love it. I rake my nails down his back.

“Make me come, Nicky.” I start to feel my stomach quiver and my pussy flutter as an orgasm comes heading for me full steam. My back bows off the bed and I scream out as I crash over the edge

“Fuck,” he roars, and I feel him come deep inside of me. He lets go of the headboard and drops down to his forearms which are on either side of my head. He leans down and kisses me twice. “I fucking love you so much Kristina Kringle, for now, and always.”

“I love you too, Nick.” He sighs and pulls out of m then lays on his back pulling me close. I lay on his chest and sigh in contentment.

I fucking love my life and I am so glad I took a chance on Nicolas Kringle because he taught me just how wonderful this world can really be.