CHAPTER ONE: CHRISTMAS DO-OVER
ZANDER
I don’t thinkI’ll ever get used to this.
The sight of Rylee naked above me, her face flushed with pleasure, long blonde hair falling down her back as she takes my cock deep inside her, riding me with wild abandon… it’s been almost a week since she came back from Ireland, and we’ve spent nearly every free moment we’ve had together fucking like horny college students in a coed dorm.
Gripping her hips, I pump up into her as hard and fast as I can. She lets out a desperate cry that has me aching to cum inside her.
“Fuck, Kodiak! You’re so deep… it’s so, so fucking good…”
“That’s right, Wildcard,” I growl. “You love this big cock, don’t you?”
“Yes!” She presses her hands against my chest. Her nails dig hard into my skin. I love when she leaves marks on me, and I wear them with pride. The guys see them in the locker room and tease me for them, but I don’t care. They’re the physical proof that I am taken. That she’s mine, forever. Back in my arms where she belongs, both of us knowing we would do anything for the other.
“Harder,” she gasps. “Fuck me harder.”
Her wish is my command. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I sit up and roll her onto her back, staying inside her. I grab hold of her legs and trap them against my chest, then start pounding into her. She whimpers and moans, thrashing her hair back and forth as she claws at the bedding beneath her.
I look down and watch my cock disappear into her tight pink pussy, and I nearly lose my mind at the sight. Her greedy hole doesn’t want to let me go. It’s squeezing me so tight that I’m riding that thin line between pleasure and pain. I love it.
“Rub my clit. I’m so close, Zander. Make me cum.”
God, I’m obsessed with this woman. My thumb finds her swollen little clit, and when I rub it, her hips shoot off the bed. I squeeze her legs with one arm to keep her in place. I’m locked in on her, the sounds of her cries and our bodies slapping together blocking out everything else.
“Don’t stop,” she moans. “Just like that… oh, fuck!Fuck!”
She lets out a wild scream, her back arching and tits shaking as her orgasm crashes through her entire body and reverberates into mine. Her pussy spasms around my dick, and it feels so fucking good I can’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her one last time and roar as I cum. Stars explode in my vision as my body is overwhelmed with my release, and I pour myself into her in a neverending stream as her pussy continues to squeeze and milk me dry.
“Shit,” I gasp once I’ve finished. My limbs feel like jelly and once I pull out of her, I slump to the mattress beside her. My head is spinning, in the best possible way.
She chuckles, the sound breathy as she pants. “What’s the matter? Am I too much for you?”
I turn my head to meet her gaze and grin. “Wildcard, you’re perfect.”
“Oh, I know.” She winks before sitting up. I immediately push myself up as well.
“What are you doing?”
She arches her brow and shrugs. “Going to the bathroom to get cleaned up.”
Oh, hell no! Tired as I am, I still jump off the bed and move to block her path.
“Lie back down,” I order. “I’ll clean you up.”
The corner of her mouth twitches up in a bemused grin. “You know I’m perfectly capable of doing it myself, right? I don’t need you to baby me.”
“I’m not babying you.” Bending down, I place my hands on the bed on either side of her, putting us eye-to-eye. “I am lavishing you with affection and attention, so keep that fine ass planted where I want it and don’t fucking move.”
Her grin widens.
“So bossy.” She cups the side of my face, and I can’t help leaning into her touch. I’m putty in her hands, and we both know it. “I like it. Okay, fine. You can clean me up. It’s your mess between my legs, after all. Youshouldtake responsibility.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I kiss her hungrily again before making my way into the bathroom to get a wet washcloth. When I come back into the bedroom, though, I almost trip over a furry ball that dashes in front of my feet. I jump back, catching myself on the door frame.
“Jesus Christ, Gizmo!” I snap at the little gremlin as he leaps onto the bed and stares at me with crazy eyes and a bushy tail. “Do you havenochill?”
The cat yowls at me, making it clear that he does, in fact, have no chill. We always lock him out of the bedroom when we have sex, and he gets pissed about it every time, waiting just outside the door, listening like a little perv. Rylee laughs. I cross to her, scowling.
