“I want all of your time. At any rate you want to give it to me.” Nigel shifts before I can claim his cock again. “You made me feel incredible. I don’t think I’ll ever be one of those talkative types, but I thought you ought to know that I like having someone to take care of. Look after and make happy.” He strokes my cheeks, and his eyes glint with an unexpected sheen.
Did I move Mr. Strong and Silent to tears? Or almost tears? I beam back up at him, also noticing how his eyes aren’t roving over my body, but are locked on my face. As if my smile matters more to him than my sexy Santa nightie or my bare body under it.
“You’re amazing. And I promise to give you as much of my time as you can stand,” I whisper, scooting back onto the bed and kneeling on it so that Nigel can bend and kiss me more easily.
“That’s a promise I’ll help you keep,” he whispers before the kisses steal our words away.
HE SHEDS HIS SHIRT, and his body glistens in the light of the new fire that we’ve made in the bedroom. He’s different, alien, but gorgeous. Our kisses take my breath away, and he teaches me how we fit together. Standing on the bed until my knees are weak, then he lifts me so that my legs wrap around his human waist—and his strong fingers slide home in my pussy, fucking me until my legs give way and I beg him to finish me.
And he does, turning me over and lifting me to my knees on the very edge of the bed. His front legs join my hands, indenting the mattress. Nigel’s thick cock moves until it’s trapped between my thighs. I know that he wants me to glide up and down him, rubbing us together until we both come.
But that’s not all I want this time. I want to feel him in me when I come, stretching me to my limits, even if it’s just the tip of him, I don’t care. I want that connection.
Bodies to match souls.
I scoot back, working myself under him until I’m standing with my back pressed to his belly, his cock angled between my legs. My ankle is still wrapped, but steady enough to stand on. Even if it wasn’t, I don’t think I would care. I grasp just under his crown and rub him in my soaking folds, pushing back so that he bumps my opening.
“That’s not going to fit, love.”
“Not with that attitude.”
He laughs. “I don’t want you to think I need this.”
“I need this. I need you. I want you.”
SHE NEEDS ME. WANTSme. Briana wants me. I rub myself against her and let her hips thrust and do the work, making sure she’s the one who decides how much force to use. I don’t mind if I just stay nestled in this warm, silky shell of her womanhood, her juices sliding over me, a hotter, wetter kiss than her mouth.
But Briana has amazing determination in her, something that flits through my brain as I enjoy the sensation of her skin against my chest, her little moans as her fist works our bodies together. What other woman would march through a blizzard, alone in the mountains, simply to prove that no scumbag ex would get the better of her? Maybe it was a foolish thing. Maybe my leaving Christmas night and heading back home, swearing off romance, was foolish, too. We’re stubborn together.
Stubbornness isn’t supposed to be sexy, but it is right now as Briana grunts and shifts, her slit squirming against my cock,fighting its intrusion even while it’s clear she so desperately wants me.
“Nigel!” she suddenly scolds, head craning round from beneath me. “You weigh what? A thousand pounds of pure muscle? Push! You’re not helping!”
“I’m afraid to hurt you! And it’s 800 pounds, thank you very much.”
“It’s 800 sexy-ass pounds with a cock most girls would lose their minds over—and it’s mine. So give it to me, baby.”
Oooh. She fights dirty, pouting up at me, licking her lips as her hips keep pounding backwards, digging me in deeper, a millimeter at a time. Her face goes slack when I suddenly unleash the power in my hindquarters and give her what she wants.
There’s a thick push of resistance to push my crown inside of her, even as wet as she is, but I do it, working forward, feeling her hands now braced against my sides, holding on while I claim her.
With a sloppy wet pop, I’m in, and she screeches, one long, hiss of sound that I can’t decipher.
“Ohhh. Ohhhh, God, that’s so much. So good, though, just a lot.” Briana waves one hand to swat away the concerned look on my face.
It didn’t stay for long. I’m in something so much tighter and softer than her mouth, something that gets wetter and hotter the longer I’m in. She was so close to coming that the pressure of my intrusion seems to be pushing her to a climax from the start. Her walls pulse on me, each squeeze stronger as she still fights her hips back, swallowing more of me on each shallow thrust.
“I’m on the shot,” she whispers raggedly before her words just turn to moans.
Her pussy is squeezing the brains right out of me, along with the cum.
Ah! The shot. Birth control of some kind. “You want me to come in that tight little puss of yours?” I ask, and the words, the images of her dripping and full of me—
“Yes! Fuck, yesssss!” Briana lets out a wail and drops down to her knees, legs shaking. I crouch with her, managing to stay in, and thankful she wants my load, because it’s already beginning to spill. With stamping hooves and swaying hips, my spine arches down, desperate not to lose the contact with her, the connection with her. I spurt inside her quivering tunnel as it leaves shivering kisses on my cock. I keep thrusting, even as I let loose, using the flood of cum and her slack, orgasm-loose walls to burrow in deeper.
Cum gushes out around us, down her thighs, and across her sweet pussy and belly. I don’t stop until I’m empty, wondering if she’ll shy away from the mess I’ve made when we’re done.
Briana slumps to the floor when I finally go slack and slip from her clinging walls. Her ravaged beauty does something to me. Part of me loves seeing her like a sleeping angel, all safe and soft in my care. The other part of me likes seeing her like this—cum-drenched. Full of my seed.
