Page 113 of The Christmas Trap

She looks like she’s going to deny it, then changes her mind. She nods slowly.

"I’m going to spank you baby. Gonna work you over real nice. I’m gonna make you feel real good, sweetheart. Would you like that?"

This time, she can’t stop the eagerness in her eyes when she nods.

"Good girl."

She swallows. Her breathing speeds up. Damn, could she be any more perfect?

I grip her hips and tug so she’s on her knees, with her butt in the air. Then I push down into the small of her back. I urge her to flattenher cheek into the mattress. She looks up at me with anticipation. That, and the pear-shaped outline of her backside, almost undoes me. I’m so hard, it feels like my balls have turned to stone and weigh me down.One more time. Get your wife off one more time, and then you can bury your cock in her sweet, tight pussy.

I grab handfuls of her fleshy butt and squeeze. She moans. And when I bite into one of the luscious cheeks, she whimpers.

I sit back on my haunches, grasping her waist to steady her. Then I spank her butt. One cheek, then the other. Then the first. Each time my palm comes into contact with her curved rear, the sound echoes around the room.

Her gasps and groans fill the air. The sounds are so erotic, they amp up my horniness to fever pitch. When I’ve counted to ten, I stop. Then slide my fingers down between her pussy lips. She’s so wet her cum slides down my palm. I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick it off. "You’re so fucking sweet."

She shudders. "Brody, I need you inside me."

"Soon baby." I spank her butt. "Just as soon as you come."

I increase the speed of my ministrations. Alternating her butt cheeks for another five slaps.

"Oh my God," She tries to pull away, but I’m holding her down. So she simply writhes in place. Her back curves and once again I know she’s close. I raise my hand and bring it down with enough force on her backside that her entire body moves forward.

"Come. Now," I order.

And with a choking sound she shatters. Her knees give way from under her. I take her weight and gently flip her over. She lays there panting, breathy sounds emerging from her lips. She looks spent, a look of such peace on her features, her eyelids half open, watching me from somewhere in subspace. And it’s the fact that I’ve given her so much pleasure that threatens to send me over the edge.

I lean in, fit my cock to her slit, and in a single fluid motion, impale her.

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Lark

He buries himself inside me and it’s as if I’m forced right back into my body. Like someone shot a syringe loaded with adrenaline into my heart. My pulse rate rockets. My blood begins to flow again. I bring my arms and legs up and wrap them around him, wanting to hold him so very close. He seems to understand my need and stays still, his dick buried in me, his balls flat against my pussy, his gaze holding mine, his lips above mine. We stare at each other. The world seems to slow.

Our breathing, our heart beats, the rise and fall of our chests synchronize. One life. Two bodies. It’s the most intimate I’ve ever been with anyone. More intimate than the times with my ex.

This feels different. More heartfelt.

Maybe it’s because of the number of times he made me come, making me feel disjointed. My bones have liquefied. My brain cells have turned to water. But my heart? It beats strongly in my chest. And my skin is very aware of his nearness, and the weight of hisbody on mine. And I feel him throb inside me. And grow bigger. And push against my inner walls. I feel pinned in place. Caught in his magnetic gaze.

Then he lowers his chin and gently brushes his lips over mine. His touch is so soft. So sweet. So raw. It undoes me. I’ve never felt this close to someone else. It must be because my emotions are so close to the surface that I feel tears well up. A droplet squeezes out from the corner of my eye.

"Are you okay?" He searches my features. "Tell me, Lark?"

"I’m not." I sniffle.

Alarm whips through his gaze.

I can't let him know how strong my emotions are right now. I’m in love with him, but he might never love me. I can’t tell him that. Instead, I use the one thing that will distract him: sex.

"Because you haven’t started fucking me properly."

The tension leaves his shoulders. One side of his lips quirk. Then his biceps flex as he shifts his weight. He pulls out of me, then thrusts back inside with enough force that the entire bed moves. He impales me and hits my G-spot. Shock waves of heat whip up my spine. I can feel it all the way to the roots of my hair.

"Wow." I grab hold of his shoulders and hold on.