His Christmas Gift - Cassandra Dee Page 0,1

no question about it. Even before I could rip off his boxers, I was craving what was hidden inside them. I was so turned on, and it was like going to a candy shop with an open purse -- I didn’t know where I wanted to begin.

Once the boxers came off, I was fully prepared to take him immediately. Instead, he pushed me onto the bed and nuzzled my pussy, making me mewl. Oh wow. No man I’d hooked up with via an app had even offered to do that for me, and here was this man doing the job with a willing smile.

While the alpha ate my drenched folds, he began to lightly rub my clit with two of his fingers. I grabbed onto his head, keeping him down there, ensuring that his tongue would stay buried inside of me until the job was done.

But Shawn resisted, maintaining his control. I was so close, but he pulled away from me, slowly crawling on top of my luscious form.

“What are you doing?” I asked in frustration. “I was almost there.”

“I’m trying to drive you wild,” Shawn growled. “I want you to beg for it.”

My smile grew knowing, but that’s okay.

“Please,” came my breathy pant. “Give it to me. Put it inside and make me feel good.”

Shawn grinned, flashing those bright whites. He had a nice, long tool, and he eased it in as we both moaned with passion. He went from slow to fast, drilling me with an intensity that I hadn’t felt in a long time. He not only had an amazing shaft but he knew how to use it too. To be honest, I’ve been in this hotel before with other men, but none of them had gotten me as turned on as this guy did.

Once he’d gotten a couple good strokes in, he pulled out and fell onto the bed beside me, that hardness pointed straight at the ceiling.

“Ride me,” he ordered.

Although it was a command, I was okay with it. Lifting one thigh, I straddled him. Even though the action was fast, the way that my body responded to his was even better.

His fat tip rammed against my walls just right, and with speed and determination, climax came quickly. I didn’t want to release immediately because I loved where I was sitting, with that thickness pulsing inside. Plus, I was enjoying watching him relinquish control. He reached around and grabbed onto my ass as I bounced on him.

“Pull my hair,” I ordered.

He obeyed, tugging my locks aggressively and with enough force that I felt like he might cause a little soreness the next day. I massaged my clit while I slid up and down his hot rod, and that was what finally sent me over the edge. I came harder than I ever had in my entire life, screaming and squealing as my pussy pulsed and spasmed on that mighty pole.

That propelled Shawn over the edge too. He roared, his back arching as mighty jets of virility spewed into my soaked channel. It was so good that I felt like I might black out. Luckily, that didn’t happen, but I was close.

Finally, we came back to life, and I collapsed against the man’s chest, naked and sweaty. My big boobs smushed against that hard slab of muscle, his thickness still buried in my puffy slit.

“That was intense,” he growled.

“Yeah,” I giggled. “Who knew?”

Slowly, we disentangled ourselves, staring at one another. Wow, this man was even better looking naked. Shawn was pure muscle with not an inch of fat anywhere. It was sheer heaven to run my eyes over the carved perfection of his physique.

But we were strangers, and averting our eyes carefully, we started getting dressed. I didn’t bother putting my panties back on since my whole body tingled still.

“That was amazing,” came my shy giggle. He paused for a moment, just looking at me.

“I’ve got to ask,” said Shawn as he watched me slide my skirt back up my legs. “Since you were vague about it over Tinder, are you into BDSM?”

“Definitely,” I answered quickly. “I’m into a lot of stuff.”

I wasn’t really, but who cares? I didn’t know him so it was okay to fib a little.

“Nice,” he grunted appreciatively.

“I take it you’re into BDSM, as well?” I asked.

“Damn right,” he said. “I hate that I’m going to be so busy coming up. Otherwise, I’d say we should do this again—like, now.”

I shot him a suggestive look.

“What are you so busy with?” I asked.

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