“That’s my girl,” I rasp.
She trails a red nail along my chest. “I want you inside me, right now. Please don’t make me wait, Shep.”
How could I? She’s sprawled out like a temptress, every curve and smooth inch of her body an open invitation as she tracks my movements. Fuck, I might have come once tonight, but my cock’s already ramrod straight again, all the teasing and foreplay leaving me straining with impatience to finally be inside her warm, wet pussy. Just the thought sends another jolt straight to my dick, a low rumble escaping my chest.
I’m drawn from my haze long enough to realize that I’ve been so caught up in my head that I let a critical detail slip my mind. One that could derail our entire night.
“Slight problem,” I mutter, pushing a hand through my hair. “I don’t think I have any condoms, and if I do, they’re ancient.”
Fuck, why didn’t I plan ahead? In my defense, we’ve been snowed in for days, and until a few hours ago, I was battling the overwhelming urge to fuck Noelle.
“It’s okay, you have been a little distracted.” Noelle grins sweetly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered. The Twisted Temptations PR box came with condoms. I only packed them because they came with the lube.”
Relief floods through me as I kiss her temple. “I like a woman who comes prepared.”
I push off the mattress, striding to Noelle’s suitcase. Sure enough, beneath the pile of toys, I spot a box of condoms. I grab a ribbed Santa-themed one labeled “All I Want for Christmas is Sex.”
I hold it up for Noelle to see. “Looks like we got ourselves a Christmas miracle.”
She tosses her head back and laughs as I tear the thing open with my teeth. I quickly roll the condom on, climb onto the bed, and position myself back over Noelle.
“You ready, baby girl?”
She rolls her eyes. “Been ready forever.”
“Give me that mouth.” I slide my hand in her hair, tipping her head back to claim her lips.
Her body arches into me as our kiss deepens. My dick brushes against her stomach as I take hold of my cock, sliding it along her slit to coat myself in her arousal. She’s fucking soaked again. I move my dick lower, and it makes me feral knowing that I could be the first one to claim her ass. When I nudge at her tight entrance, she moans, looking up at me with wide eyes.
“Before you leave, I plan on claiming every one of your holes, baby.”
Color blooms across Noelle’s cheeks. “No one has ever…I’ve never tried that,” she admits in a whisper. “I want to but I’m scared it’ll hurt.”
I slide my cock over her clit, rubbing back and forth. “I’d make it feel good for you, darlin’, I promise.”
“I know you would.”
Unable to wait a second longer to be inside her, I line up with her entrance, pushing in to the hilt in one stroke.
“Oh god,” she cries out.
Her slick walls grip me, my balls tightening as her inner muscles flex around me. I breathe through my nose, fighting every instinct to pound into her.
I push her hair from her face, pressing my mouth to the hollow of her throat. “You’re taking me so damn well,” I praise, holding still to give her time to adjust.
“You’re so big,” she moans, rolling her hips to meet mine. “Please move.”
That’s all I have to hear before rocking into her in steady strokes. Her silky flesh stretches around me, every gasp falling from her mouth tearing at my control. The pressure winds tight inside me until it finally snaps, urgency taking the reins as I quicken my pace. I’m driven by the obsession to make her addicted to the way I fill her up, unable to think of anything but being stuffed full of my cock.
“Shep. You feel so good,” she cries out.
“You’re perfect for me,” I growl.
She digs her nails into my shoulder blades, gasping for air as I slam into her—harder, faster—with each thrust pulling us closer together, until I can’t tell where she ends and I begin. I was a damn fool for fighting so hard to resist her. There’s no denying that I’m powerless against this woman, and I’m basking in the satisfaction of claiming what’s mine.
She lets out a low, desperate whimper, her back arching violently, telling me I’ve hit her most sensitive spot. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh resonates in the air, and I drop my head to her shoulder, my brow damp from the exertion. Each stroke is more desperate than the last until we’re nothing but sweat, need, and tangled limbs.
“Scream my name when you come,” I grunt out.
