Christmas Candy(35)

“Remember what I said about losing control?” He wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled me against him.

“Yes.” Electricity thrilled through me as the pinpricks along my scalp increased with his tugs.

“This is it.” He pushed his head into my opening and I sucked in a breath between my teeth. I was sore, but the feel of his smooth skin went a long way to soothe the ache.

He stilled and then pushed again, then again until his hips were against my ass and I was completely filled with him. I curled my toes when he pulled out and slammed back into me, a loud slap from where our bodies converged.

Then he moved fast, in and out to a pounding beat that I felt in my clit. My breasts bounced and I had to arch my back as he pulled harder on my hair.

“So fucking tight.”

His fingertips dug into my hip and I found myself pushing back into him, relishing his aggression as it washed over me in pleasurable jolts. He leaned over my back and reached beneath me, wrapping his arm up to my shoulder and forcing me into his harsh strokes.

“You like that, don’t you Jess? You like being filled with my hard cock. I bet you’ve fantasized about this.” He bit into my shoulder and kissed over the sting. “I know I have.”

He kept pounding me, his mouth at my ear and his hand at my shoulder. Then he lifted up and splayed his fingers along my upper back.

“Down. I want this fine ass in the air.”

I bent my elbows and lay my head on the bed.

“Look at me.” His voice was coated in sex.

I craned my neck, the right side of my face pressed into the bed, so I could see him. His body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat and his muscles were in sharp relief with each hard thrust. He brought two fingers to his mouth and licked them before snaking them beneath my body. When he made contact with my clit, I moaned into the bed. His touch made my pussy clench. Bending over me again, he gripped my hair and used his whole body to thrust into me while his fingers circled my tender nub.

“I want to hear my name when you come, wildcat. Got that?”

I clawed at the duvet as he rocketed into me over and over.

He jerked my hair. “Got that?”

“Yes.” I moaned as his fingers increased their pace. I had never felt this much pleasure, didn’t even know it was possible.

His grunts grew deeper and his cock somehow got even harder, rubbing my trembling walls just right as his fingers worked me.

“I’m close.”

“I’m there. Come with me.” He flicked my clit and we both fell over the edge.

Sparks flared across my vision as a tidal wave of bliss flooded my senses.

“Michael!” It was a harsh cry as everything seized and I gave myself over to him, to every bit of pleasure he gave me.

My pussy contracted and convulsed as the rest of me froze. He was still thrusting in shorter strokes as a deep, masculine sound ripped from his lungs. When stilled, I couldn’t feel my fingers or toes because I’d curled them so hard.

He rose up and rested a hand on my ass before giving it a light slap. “Fuck, that was hot.”

“Unff,” I semi-responded. I was still floating somewhere out in the cosmos.

He reached under me and pulled me up so my back was pressed against his chest.

He dropped sweet kisses up my shoulder and to my ear. I let my head fall back against his shoulder.

“I love you, Jess. Happy Valentine’s Day.”





Epilogue





Jess





Valentine’s Day, One Year Later



“What do you think?” Michael asked as he lifted his shirt.

I gasped. “Are you kidding?”

“No.” He smirked. “Ink is pretty permanent, wildcat.”

“That’s a huge like, step.” I ran my fingers over the fresh ink above the lattice heart on his chest.

“Moving in was, too.”

“True. The penthouse suite was a pretty good lure though.” I smiled.

“Nothing but the best for my lawyer-in-training.”

I looked around at the sun streaming through the windows, the view for miles, and the comfy décor. He certainly spared no expense, and his art along every wall was a bonus. The nude photos of me in the bedroom still made me blush.

I stared at the new ink on his chest and traced along the curving lines of my own name. He had it done in an elaborate script that was gorgeous against his skin.

“You don’t like it?” He raised a pierced eyebrow.

I grinned. “You know I love it.”

He dropped his shirt. “Good. Then quit touching it. It stings like a bitch.”

I laughed and got on my tiptoes to kiss him. He took my breath away like he always did, sweeping his tongue in my mouth and gripping the nape of my neck. But then he pulled away.