All I Want For Christmas Is You - Vi Keeland Page 0,75
hand runs up my thigh and he slides it into my shorts. He brushes the backs of his fingers through my sex and his eyes flutter closed with arousal. “Fuck,” he murmurs.
“Touch me,” I whimper. Oh God… don’t stop…I want it all…
Fuck me.
With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly glides his fingertips through my dripping wet sex. He lets out a low whistle. “You. Feel. So. Good.”
I arch my back, searching for a deeper connection.
Reading my queues, he slides his thick finger deep inside of me and I clench around it. His eyes are dark and I clench again to show him what I can do.
He inhales sharply in appreciation. “Fuck yeah.”
I shudder hard.
Oh Hell, this could get embarrassing. I haven’t been touched for so long. I feel like I’m about to come already. He begins to pump me, first with one finger, then with two. His lips take mine as he kisses me hard. With one hand he grips the back of my head and with the other he adds another thick finger and I clench as I bite his bottom lip.
Oh Hell, that feels good. Too good.
My hands grip his shoulders as he works me hard and I can feel his muscles contract with every pump of his hand. His moves get faster and faster, more violent.
And I grip his shoulders as I whimper into his mouth.
“You like that?” he says as he watches me, though it wasn’t a question. It was more of a statement.
And I don’t like that, I love that.
He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down and the pinch of pain on my lips reacts with the wave of pleasure from below and I shudder hard as I clench around his fingers, the orgasm so strong that I convulse. He smiles against my lips in triumph.
I pant as my eyes hold his, well …that’s an embarrassing record. I came in three minutes flat.
He scoops me off the kitchen counter and carries me into the bedroom and stands me next to the bed. He slowly peels my shirt over my head and then takes my pants down and throws them to the side. I stand before him, naked and vulnerable.
His eyes roam over my body in reverence. “Holly…. you’re beautiful,” he whispers in awe.
I clench my hands at my sides, nerves dancing in my stomach. I want him to be happy with what he sees.
He lies me back on the bed and spreads my legs and before I can protest, he bends and kisses me there.
I convulse off the bed, still sensitive from the orgasm I had only moments ago.
He smiles into me as his eyes hold mine, his thick tongue licking deep into my core.
His hands are on my inner thighs as he holds my legs open. I try to close them, and he slams them back to the bed. “Don’t move,” he growls in a warning.
Nerves flutter in my stomach and I get the feeling that Jack likes his own way in the bedroom…not that I’m complaining. His touch is dominant, controlling. And dare I say it, on the edge of control.
His tongue laps my orgasm up and his eyes flutter closed in pleasure.
I can feel it building again and I run my fingers through his thick hair.
Oh Hell.
His hand splays over my lower stomach to hold me down as my back arches off the bed.
“Get your clothes off,” I plead. This isn’t fair. I’m lying here open and wet at his disposal and he’s still fully dressed.
Fire dances in his eyes and he stands and peels his shirt of over his head. His broad chest comes into view. It’s thick and wide with a scattering of dark hair and I clench in appreciation.
With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly unzips his jeans and slides them down. His thick hard cock springs free and I have to concentrate on not dropping my jaw.
Fucking hell… he’s hung.
Thick veins are coursing down the length of him and pre-ejaculate is dripping from its engorged end.
I begin to quiver, knowing what’s in store for me. He hasn’t been with a woman in seven years and, oh my God, I’m going to get it good.
This is Alaskan porn at its fucking best.
I lean up onto my knees and take him into my mouth. He tastes good and I put my hands on his thick quads as my sex clenches. Hell, he’s the perfect specimen.