CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

MAE POV

It felt like he kissed me for hours.

      I was aching deep from where he’d taken me, but still I couldn’t help but squirm in his arms as I felt the swell of his cock against my thigh.

      He didn’t make a move to fuck me again, but his fingers played my clit slowly enough to keep me constantly on the edge.

      My own fingers were still unsure, not knowing quite what they were doing as they traced up and down the firm lines of him. I loved the way he felt against my touch. I loved the hardness of his flesh, his muscles taut and tight even as he relaxed alongside me.

 I must have been crazy after taking such a fucking, but I wanted him all over again. I wanted to feel him inside me, deep and hard and grunting low as he lost control. I loved how I could make him sound like that. My sweet little pussy had made me proud, inexperienced as it may be.

      I hoped my fingers would speak the words I was too shy to say aloud, urging him on as I gripped him tight and squirmed closer. He broke our kiss and smiled down at me with an eyebrow raised, taking a second to sweep a load of messy stray hair from my cheek.

      “Tell me what you want,” he said. “You can talk to me, sweetheart. I’m all ears.”

      I wished my cheeks weren’t such traitors to my inexperience. “I just…” I began. “I want…”

      “More?” he finished, dropping a kiss on my nose.

      I groaned as he slid a couple of fingers back inside me. “That,” I said. “I want to do it again.”

      I loved how his eyes twinkled. “Aren’t you sore?”

      I nodded, even as I was giggling. “Yeah, for sure, but ouchy can be good, right?”

      He nodded right back. “I’m sure it can.”

      I wasn’t expecting it as he wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted me up on top. I landed on his thighs, feeling so exposed sitting up above him. The size of his cock was even more intimidating at this angle, standing proud and reaching so far up my stomach that I swore he’d spear me whole.

      He reached my tits easily, brushing my nipples with his thumbs as I dared to stroke the length of him.

      “You control the pace,” he said. “However you want it.”

      I hitched myself up in a heartbeat, positioning myself above his dick and gritting my teeth as I realised how hard it was going to be to take him all the way.

      I managed just the head before my pussy clenched and held, protesting every little nudge of my thighs as I tried to sink down lower.

      “Steady,” he told me. “Take it nice and slow.”

      His thumb found my clit and pressed hard, and it sparked enough that I dropped down another inch.

      It felt so good. Really fucking good.

      I rocked my hips to his movements, arching my back enough that my tits faced the ceiling. I balanced my weight on his thighs, freeing up my hips to work myself to a softer beat.

      So slowly I sank down on his cock. Every tiny victory was enough to put a grin on my face, every inch a pleasure once my pussy had relaxed enough to swallow him in.

      “Fuck,” he growled, and I felt it. The strain of his thighs under my fingers, the tension in his abs as he fought the urge to slam in hard.

      I could read it, all of it.

      I felt like a goddess, teasing and tempting the magnificent man I’d been dreaming of for months, even though I really didn’t have a clue what I was doing.

      I cried out as I dropped down all the way, my pussy protesting the girth of him for a long second before I was squirming around just to feel the depth.

      I really did feel speared alive, stretched and raw, pulsing deep inside as my poor body got ready for round two.

      His big hands felt so strong against my hips as he urged me on. I was happy to rock to his guidance as he coaxed me in little circles.

      I liked it.

      I liked it a lot.

      Enough that my breaths were fast and frantic, my tits juddering as I picked up pace and risked a few low bounces.

      Yes. I liked that too.

      “Steady,” he grunted again, but I was too eager to hold back.

I shifted my weight forward, my palms flat to his chest as I worked my way up and down.

      “That’s so fucking good,” he groaned, and it set me on fire.

      His hips jolted upward, and I took his thrusts with hungry little whimpers that didn’t sound quite like me.

      I liked those too.

      And so did he. I could see it in his eyes.

      He smiled up at me as I slipped my fingers down between my legs, balancing myself one-handed as I worked my clit into a frenzy.

      His fingers on my nipples complimented the sensation so well, and it was enough to send me crazy, bouncing on that cock like I hadn’t given my pussy enough of a stretch already.

      I knew I’d feel it in the morning.

      I knew I’d probably feel it all day long.

      But I didn’t care.

      Couldn’t care.

      It felt too good for me to give a shit about anything, including the fact that he was heading hard toward filling me up with his cum a second time.

      Yeah, fuck it. I liked that too.

      “Play with that dirty little clit,” he grunted. “I want to hear you come for me.”

I think it was his words more than my fingers that drove me over the edge.

      I couldn’t stop the shrieks as ripples of pure fucking bliss zipped right through me. I didn’t give a shit about the fact I was grunting and panting like a bitch in heat, or that I was sweaty and shivery and clearly out of my mind as I took it all and came all over his beautiful cock.

      His thrusts as he joined me over the edge were enough to have my tits bouncing hard, the slap of flesh against flesh loud as he unloaded his balls inside me all over again.

      He let rip with a string of expletives that tickled my ears, and I grinned like a ditsy cow as I caught my breath.

      And then he held me. Tight. Pulled me forward and wrapped me up in solid arms that felt hot against my clammy back.

      His kisses were soft against my hair, and his heart thumped loud against my chest, and he was everything.

      Everything.

      “Thank you,” I breathed. “This is the best Christmas present ever.”

      “Thank you,” he told me, and tipped my face to his. “Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.”

      But he was wrong.

      Definitely.

There was no way this felt as good for him as it felt for me.

      I relaxed in euphoric bliss, all gooey and fluttery and absolutely exhausted, and drifted into sleep with his cock still inside me