Ghosts of Christmas (Steamy Bwwm Holiday Romance)

I widened my eyes.

He lowered his hand. Instead of thrusting his finger inside of me, he brushed his fingertips along my thighs. My body tightened.

Groaning, he rose a little and lowered, until his face’s view hit my pussy.

“Saint?”

“I have to taste you a little more. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t lick your pussy a few times.”

My thighs shivered.

“Any complaints?”

My whole body trembled with desire. “N-no.”

He slid his hands up my thighs, shoving my dress away. His warm breath slipped along my exposed flesh.

When he buried his face between my legs and tongued my pussy, spasms of pleasure rocked me. Blazing flames spread across every inch of my body. I burned with lust. Erotic need. A hunger that threatened to blow me up into shredded pieces.

“Oh!” Arching my back, I reached for his head, wanting to shove his face more into my pussy. I wasn’t even sure it was possible. He was already so damn close.

He lapped at my clit, knowing just how to push me over the edge. No other man had pleasured me more. No other was so well-acquainted with every inch of my body like him.

I stirred under Saint, unable to deal with all the pleasure.

He held me firmly to the bed, not letting me move another inch. When he pushed two fingers inside of my wet pussy, I rocked, desperately trying to get them in deeper.

He left my pussy and looked up at me. Those blue eyes held darkness. His lids hung heavy over them. He rose and came back up to me. I grabbed the bottom of his thick shirt and yanked it up. He helped himself out of it. My arousal shimmered over his lips. I reached forward and kissed him, sucking my juices off his mouth. Unable to help myself, I slipped my hands along his chiseled six-pack, relishing in the layers of muscle wrapped around his waist.

He gripped my hair and pulled my lips from him.

I blinked.

He frowned. “This will hurt me in the morning.”

“It won’t.”

“Be mine.”

“In many ways. . .I’ve always been yours.”

“Fuck that. I want you to be mine in every way.” He yanked my head back and nibbled at my throat.

I shivered. He brought my view back to him. Those lusty chaotic blue eyes flashed.

“I’m done talking about it.” A cruel smile spread over his face. “Maybe my cock can reason with you.”

“Please.” I fumbled with the front of his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping. Somehow, I worked his pants over the curve of his muscular ass and halfway down his thighs. His cock sprang free. So thick and long.

He released my hair and kissed me. This time it wasn’t soft or gentle. It was rough and possessive. Wild and hot.

And then he reached between us, grabbed his cock, and pressed the tip along the opening of my pussy.

Yes.

I trembled against him.

He whispered against my lips. “You want it?”

“Yes.”

“But do you deserve it?”

“Yes, Saint.”

He pushed inside of me, but only a few inches.

“Saint?”

He watched me. His warm breath skittered across my cheeks. “I should take my time.”

“You should fuck me.”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight that you’ll still feel my cock in you tomorrow as you’re walking down the aisle.”

My bottom lip quivered.

“I’m going to make that little pussy sore.”

I parted my lips, not sure of what to say. If there was a ticket for that ride, then surely I would buy several.

He pulled his cock out.

Right when I was going to shriek in protest, he flipped me over.

I screeched in shock. I was sideways on the bed and almost leaning off of it. I tried to position myself differently. He wouldn’t let me as he slammed that big cock into my pussy. No longer did I focus on proper placement. All I could think about was those hot strokes.

He pushed deep into me. Those big thighs had my legs spread wide open.

I squirmed, taking his cock and gripping the edge of the bed.

Gripping my hips, he pumped hard. “Do you feel that?”

“God, yes!” I was desperate to hold onto the bed, but I could barely pay attention. He pumped hard, stretching me, inch by inch.

My hands slipped off the bed. I almost fell forward, but he had a hard grip on my hips.

“Where are you going?” He slammed that cock into me. “Huh?”

“Oh!”

He pulled out and let go of my hips.

I slipped off the bed and broke the fall with both hands planted on the floor. The warm furry carpet smoothed against my palms. My ass was in the air. My lower body was still up on the bed.

Giving me no time to adjust myself, he plunged right back into my pussy, giving me more intense thrusts. He returned that grip to my hips and pumped into me more. I had no complaints. Just to keep getting those delicious strokes, I would continue to lean halfway off the bed.