How the Hitman Stole Christmas

I quickly replant my hand, but my whole body shakes and it’s hard to hold on.

“Jasper,” I cry, mildly alarmed.

He pulls back, but not to stop.

Immense pleasure overwhelms me as he slams into me again, his cock scraping my walls at an angle that makes my teeth rattle. I try to call out his name, but I can’t find my voice. I can’t formulate words. I can’t breathe.

My eyes roll back in my head. I hear whimpering, but only realize it’s coming from me when Jasper reaches up and takes a handful of one of my breasts, squeezing and caressing in a way that shouldn’t be reassuring, but is.

I’ve never been fucked like this before. I’ve never felt like crying because it feels so good. I’ve never felt like I was losing my mind.

My hands shake as I lose my grip and try to reclaim it over and over again. It’s impossible to hold myself upright with my arm muscles refusing to work.

Jasper finally realizes how much I’m struggling. He doesn’t pull out of me, but he grabs me and pulls me upright. My body is like modeling clay, so when he pulls me back like a bow to lean over his shoulder, I go.

He locks an arm around my waist to keep me close, thrusting in and out of me so fiercely, I’m surprised I don’t break.

I don’t break, though. I want more.

His mouth finds my neck, greedy and animalistic. They’re not even kisses at this point, he just wants to feel my skin in his mouth as he claims me.

I’m so hot, so overwhelmed, I start to feel lightheaded. Maybe he feels my body weakening, maybe it’s a coincidence that he’s ready to change positions, but he cradles the right side of my face in his hand and pushes me forward until I’m literally smashed against the wall. He moves his hand so my cheek touches the cool marble, then he grabs my hips again.

“Brace your hands on the wall, baby. It’s time for the grand finale.”

My aching pussy pulses around his cock, craving more abuse. My muscles are jelly, they can’t handle anymore exertion. I don’t feel like I have the strength to hold myself up anymore, but I plant both hands against the shower wall, anyway.

Tension coils within as Jasper hammers into me. I cry out senselessly, trying to meet him thrust for thrust, but my leg muscles have melted. Thankfully, all I really have to do is hang on as he rams into me over and over and over again.

I don’t mean to, but when that final thrust shoves me off the top of the cliff, a scream rips from my throat. A shuddering whimper follows, then a cry that doesn’t even sound human to my own ears.

Jasper groans, his fingers digging into my hips as he shoves deep and lets loose inside me.

I feel him pant in the crook of my neck as he recovers from his orgasm. One strong arm moves around my neck, dropping until it’s resting on my collar bone. He holds me back against him for a moment while he collects his bearings, then he lets go and spins me around to face him.

I still don’t entirely trust my legs to keep me up, so I throw my arms around his shoulders. He settles an arm around my waist and tugs me close, then he pulls my head back just enough to give me a long, soft kiss.

I can still hear my heart beating in my ears when he pulls back and looks down at me.

He meets my gaze, and I feel like my whole heart is in my eyes.

My brain screams at me that I’ve just made a treacherous mistake, but my heart won’t listen.

I wait for Jasper to speak, but he just tips his head forward until his forehead rests against mine.

We stay like that for so long, I’m shocked we don’t run out the last of the hot water.

When he finally pulls back, a faintly unruly smirk plays around his lips. It’s the smirk of a man who broke every rule he was given and isn’t a damn bit sorry.

“What?” I murmur, playfully narrowing my eyes at him.

“I guess we better take that shower now.”Chapter Twenty-OneAutumnThe shower that follows our lovemaking is the most tender, romantic shower of all time. Jasper takes complete care of me, soaping up the cloth and washing me all over. As he’s soaping up my thighs and washing between my legs, he pushes a finger into me and teases my clit until I’m moaning and panting against his shoulder. I half expect him just to tease me, but he caresses me until I come apart in his arms, then he holds me while I shudder in the aftermath of my release.

Then he simply finishes lathering and rinsing me, like it’s a normal part of a shower to get me off.