My whole body shuddered, and I screwed my eyes shut to control my breathing. But the darkness only made it worse, made me hyperaware of every sensation. I could feel every inch, the texture of the thick veins ridging his shaft, the obscene heat radiating from him, the way the blunt head caught on my clit with each upward stroke.
A sob built in my throat. My hips bucked forward, trying to catch him, trying to angle myself so he’d slip inside and end this torture. I was desperate for him to just thrust it in already, to ram himself deep and fill the aching emptiness. But he wouldn’t. He just kept dragging himself through my desperation, teasing me to almost insanity.
“Please,” I whispered, the word barely audible even to myself.
If he won’t give it to me, then fine. But please slap my clit harder. Stop dragging everywhere else and just focus there. Give me something.
“You want it?” His voice was a low growl. “Grab it, guide me in.”
My hands moved before my brain could catch up, wrapping around his thick, wet, scalding cock that felt impossibly hard in my grip. With shaking fingers and nervous breaths that I couldn’t quite control, I guided the head to my opening.
“Hello? Do you need any help there?” The woman’s voice called again, and I could hear the concern turning to suspicion.
My heart thundered, adrenaline spiking through the lust still fogging my brain.
“Answer her,” Dom ordered, his voice low and commanding. Then he thrust upward hard, filling me in one brutal stroke.
“Ahhh… I-I’m fine,” I choked out, the words barely coherent. “Just... just a minute.”
I heard a slight pause, could practically feel her hesitation through the door, before footsteps retreated down the hallway. A cheery Christmas carol drifted in from outside.
She knows,shame whispered.She absolutely knows what you’re doing in here.
On the other side of the door, families were likely tapping their feet, waiting for burgers and fries. But in here, I was getting railed mercilessly by this stranger.
Jingle bells, jingle bells…
The song played. Dom’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “You hear that? I bet this swollen clit will ring like abellif I use my cock as a clapper and smack this until you squirt all over. Should we find out?”
My face burned with embarrassment, and I was sure I was glowing. His words were so graphic and filthy. But my hips wiggled anyway, answering him without a word.
Oh what fun it is to ride…
“Or you just want me toride?” He withdrew slowly, my inner walls clinging to his retreat, until just the thick crown of his cock was plugged inside, stretching my entrance. Then with a guttural growl, he slammed back in, ramming so deep he bottomed out against my cervix. “Is this morefun?”
In a one-horse open sleigh...
“You’re mysleigh, baby, wide fuckingopenfor me.” His voice was rough, breathless with exertion. “And I’m the only horse you’ll ever ride. You feel your horse working hard?”
Laughing all the way...
“But we’re not laughing, are we?” Dom continued, his voice ragged with each thrust. “No, you’re gonna be screaming. Screaming my nameall the waywhile I empty my balls and pump you full.”
And he wasn’t wrong about that. Another thrust hit that deep, aching spot inside, and my vision went white. I clampedmy palm over my mouth, trying to swallow the sob tearing its way up my throat. The pressure was building impossibly fast, a runaway train I couldn’t stop.
I’m a lawyer; you’re just an admin assistant—
The voice tried to claw its way back into my head, but Dom slammed even harder, and the cruel words disappeared into white noise and bells and the wet slap of our bodies meeting over and over.
“Who’s inside you? Say my fucking name.”
“Dom! Dom!” I sobbed against my palm, the name ripping from my throat like a confession, like a prayer, like the only word that mattered anymore.
“That’s right.” He bit down on my neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make my vision explode. “Now come for me. Show me how my little sleigh breaks apart.”
My body convulsed without warning, another climax tearing through with shocking speed. My core clamped down on him hard, a series of involuntary spasms milking his length, and then I felt it—the hot liquid gushing from me, running down his jeans in a flood I couldn’t control.
“F-FUCK,” he roared, the sound less human and more animal. His rhythm broke completely, his hips jack hammering, chasing my spasms.
