I want to make her overwhelmed with my touch. I want to have her lose control.I want to make her mine.
As I hold her hips tight, feeling her pleasure along my tongue and my fingertips, she starts to pant, and I can feel the energy in her surge. When I pick up speed, she grabs the back of my head, pushing my face into her pussy deeper before screaming out loudly.
That’s a sound I could get used to.
I lift my head from her waist and move in closer. As I do, she blinks up at me, her green eyes shadowed by the dim light of the room as her thighs flex around my hips.
My cock is stiff and nudging against her soft entrance, every bit of reserve I had gone, lost to the storm. Reaching between us, I edge the head of my cock inside of her and grit my teeth.
“Oh God,” she moans, tipping her head back as her fingertips dig into my biceps. “You’re huge.”
“You’re tight,” I groan, thrusting in further. “Good fucking Lord.” I’m buried inside of her hot, wet core, my mind a smoky mess of possession and need. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, your majesty.”
She grins as I thump into her harder. “Am I your queen, Cole? Will you do whatever I ask?”
“Fuck yeah, I will. What do you want, baby? Say it loud.”
“I want to come on your massive cock. I want you to fill me up while you bite me.”
My jaw tightens as I bury myself deeper, sealing our bodies together as tightly as they’ll go. “Fuck. I like it when you tell me what you want.”
She rolls her hips forward, rocking into me as she pants my name. “Cole, oh my God, touch me just like that. Right there! Make me come on your cock!”
I bite her shoulder, nip at her nipples, and rub her clit as I rock into her soft frame, watching her full tits bounce back and forth as she moans.
She’s getting closer, her body is tensing, her panting’s louder, and I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I watch her carefully, memorizing every moment, every curve, every sound. She’s perfect and I want to protect her forever.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I growl out.
There’s a pause and I wonder if I’ve gone too far. I know how hard Tess’s life has been. I know how scared she is to be vulnerable. I should’ve gone slower. I should’ve worked up to this, but when I’m with her, something inside of me is dark and desperate to make sure she belongs to me and no one else.
“I’m yours.” She pants louder and grips my forearm tight as she twists into a puddle of guttural moaning. Her body convulses, her thighs tighten, and her tiny little pussy clenches around me, sending me over the edge.
She said it, and there’s no going back.
She’s mine from now on!
My balls tighten and lightning builds at the base of my cock.
I thrust harder as I hold her fragile, weakened body tighter, and all at once, without hesitation, I come harder than I ever have, filling her up with my seed.
“Fuck,” I growl out so loud that I hear Axel bark in the other room.
“You’re such a mess.” She grins sweetly and stares up at me with hazy eyes.
“Only for you, my queen.” I thrust into her a few final times then pull out and lay beside my girl, holding her close to my chest as we drift off to sleep while the storm rages outside.
Something tells me it’s going to be a Merry Christmas.
Epilogue
Two Years Later
Tess
“I really like this one,” I say, trudging further into the woods behind the house. The last two years we’ve been cutting down a tree from our own personal spruce lot. Well, it’s not technically a spruce lot. It’s more like a forest that just happens to be peppered with perfect Christmas trees right in our backyard.
“He’s a bit deformed, don’t you think?” Cole rests his hand on my back as we stare at the sparse little tree in the center of the woods.
