Club Endless Fantasy

“Show me.” I moaned and felt my body shake—there was at least one more orgasm left.

Ian’s started to hammer my pussy so hard that my body wasn’t the only thing shaking. The bed had never experienced that kind of action, and the headboard came dangerously close to putting a hole in the wall a couple of times. The fury in his eyes was so intense that I could almost feel the heat radiating from them. I felt another orgasm begging to be released, and then I felt his throbbing cock start to pulsate. Ian’s ripped physique shuddered, and then he crashed into me. His thrusts were no longer rhythmic they were erratic and wild. The orgasm tore through my body, and as soon as my pussy spasmed, I felt him begin to come. Our lust seared together into an enormous climax that made me spiral into ultimate bliss.

“Oh fuck!” My head rolled back, and a scream echoed from my throat. “Yes!”

Ian didn’t respond with words, but I could hear a growl resonating from his throat. It was just as raw and primal as the look in his eyes. He drove his cock deep, and it continued to throb. His seed flooded my pussy and brought another orgasm to life that mixed with the one that was already peaking. Our bodies moved in unison with our passion. Ian slid both hands behind my back, lifted me up, and held me there as he used my body to satisfy his desires. I was still orgasming when the last eruption of lust exploded from his cock, but he kept his thrusts going until the pleasure faded. I went limp in his arms. My strength was sapped, and my body was spent.

“Oh my god…” My words were weak and barely a whisper. “That was incredible.”

“It was a good start.” Ian pulled me close and kissed my neck. “I’m far from finished with you tonight.”

“Merry Christmas to me.” I sighed, and a smile slowly formed on my lips.

Ian and I stayed tangled in an embrace for a couple of hours before we regained our strength. I finally got the energy to get up and went to the kitchen to get another cup of eggnog for the both of us. My throat was parched, so I ended up guzzling an entire bottle of water before I returned. We sat on the bed and lightly teased each other while we drank our eggnog. I could already feel a tingle—I knew it was only going to be a matter of time before my body wanted more than just a tease. Ian was just too hot and tempting for me to resist, especially when I saw his cock starting to get hard again.

“I think it’s time for this to come off.” Ian tugged on my lingerie. “You don’t have a cherry that needs to be plucked anymore.”

“Maybe I’ll make another trip to the store—nothing says that this has to be your only present.” I grinned as I squirmed out of the sheer fabric.

“I’ll unwrap as many presents as you give me.” Ian leaned forward and started to kiss my neck.

Ian’s lips moved along my skin until he was behind me. He pushed me forward, and I felt his fingers on my pussy. I was drenched with desire. He rubbed my pussy, played with my clit, and then he began to enter me from behind. Ian’s hands squeezed my hips, and our bodies slammed together. It felt different from that angle. His thrusts seemed to hit my g-spot a lot easier when he went deep, and it didn’t take me long to feel the pressure building up. It wasn’t going to take much to make me come, but if what we had already done was any indication, I had a lot more than one to give him.

“Keep going—don’t stop!” I threw my head back and gasped.

“Show me how good it feels.” Ian squeezed my hip. “Come for me…”

My body reacted to what he said, like it was a command instead of a request. The pressure began to release, and my pussy spasmed on his length. Ian drove his cock deep and savored the bliss for a moment before he started to hammer me again. The headboard was no longer getting close to the wall—it was hitting it so hard that I was afraid there was going to be a dent before he was done. I had no idea how I was going to walk by my neighbors with a straight face the next time I saw them. I might have cared if I wasn’t trapped in the peak of an orgasm.

“Oh god!” I dug my nails into the mattress when I felt a second orgasm building on top of the first.

The euphoria was so strong that my arms got weak, and I fell forward onto the bed. Ian shifted his weight and just kept thrusting. I could feel him throbbing and pulsating, but I couldn’t focus on anything but the string of orgasms that were surging through my body. As soon as one peaked, another one built. I orgasmed so many times that I lost count before I felt Ian getting close to his climax. He put a hand on the back of my neck, tilted himself forward, and drove his dick as deep as possible when he started to come. That sent me to heaven one final time, and my spasms milked every drop from his balls. I had nothing left. Ian crashed into the mattress beside me, and I fell into his waiting arms.

“Wow…” I let out a long sigh.

“What position do you want to try next?” He pressed his lips to my neck.

“Sleep?” I laughed under my breath. “I think I’m in the last position I’m going to get in tonight.”

“We can sleep.” He pulled me close. “For a few minutes…”

I think I’m going to need a lot more than a few minutes to recover from that…

Chapter Twenty-Six

Ian

Elly and I spent the entire weekend together. We made love so many times that we were weary by the time the sun came up on Monday morning. I didn’t want to leave her bed, but I finally forced myself to get up so that I could head to my place and get ready for work. My muscles reminded me that they hadn’t been worked out like that in some time—I definitely needed to start going to gym more—although I didn’t think I was going to need any cardio if our nights continued to be as passionate as the last two we spent together. Every time I moved in the wrong direction and felt a twinge, it brought a smile to my face because it was a reminder of the amazing weekend I had with Elly.

“Mr. Alexander?” Samantha pushed my door open. “The reports are ready. Do you want me to have the team put together a presentation?”

“Nah, it’s okay.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’ll look over them myself.”

I wasn’t avoiding my team by any means, but they had plenty to work on without putting together another presentation. We were in the home stretch before Christmas, which meant that interest in the Secret Santa Romance app was going to be winding down. I pulled up the reports and started going through them. The results were rather staggering. Our success rate went through the roof over the weekend. A lot of people had met the person that they were matched with, exchanged gifts, and decided that one date wasn’t enough. I hoped that some of them found the same happiness that I had found with Elly—even a fraction of it would have been amazing.

“Hey, boss.” Joe leaned into my office. “Do you have a minute?”

“Sure.” I looked up and nodded. “I was just looking over the reports. We had a really good week.”