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I tossed my hands out. “Well, let’s take care of that.”

To my surprise, he charged at me, grabbed my waist and hefted me up. I had my legs snug to his hips a moment before he sat down in the recliner. He reached down to pull the lever and we jerked. Then the back of the chair went almost horizontal and I recalled why my neighbor was getting rid of the chair.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry. I forgot to tell you how old this chair is.”

“I don’t fuckin’ care. I’m exactly where I want to be. It’s you, who needs to sink onto my cock.”

My hand delved between my legs and I lined him up, then took him inside me inch by glorious inch.

“Mickayla,” he whispered.

“What? I’m going to enjoy this, Tundra.”

He shot me a devilish look, then yanked down on my dress - harder than he had earlier - and my breasts were suddenly bared to him.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

I put my hands on his shoulders for leverage and I rose up then sank down again. “Thought you were going to play.”

He smiled. “We’re definitely going to play, Mick. First, though, I want to watch you put on a show for me.”

His hands slid up my thighs to my waist, and he lifted me up, then slammed me back down on his cock - much harder than I could have done it.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

“You all right?”

I chuckled under my breath and rose up. “That was awesome.” The moment I started to sink down, he helped me, and it was just as wonderful.

The way his eyes roved my face down to my breasts made me feel wanton and sexy. Careful of my high-heeled boots, I bent my legs so I was in a squat with the balls of my feet in the chair cushion. Then I set about bouncing on his cock in earnest.

“Attagirl,” he groaned.

His hands left my hips and he sat forward. Rather than take one of my breasts in his mouth, he kissed me. I framed his cheeks in my hands, loving the feeling of his beard and kissed him back. He cut it short.

“You’re a great fuck, Ms. Claus.”

He grabbed one of my breasts in his hand, then sucked my nipple in deep. I inhaled sharply. He dragged my beaded nipple through his teeth and I moaned.

“You like pain,” he breathed.

I caught his gaze. “I like you.”

His hips began to buck, meeting my downward thrusts. “Like you, too. You getting close?”

“No, I’m going to enjoy this, honey,” I said between bounces.

He pulled my face closer and kissed me hard but short. “We got ninety-six hours, woman. I’m gonna make sure you enjoy all of ‘em.”

My eyes flared at him. He slid his hand between us and pressed a finger to my clit.

I tossed my head back, my breasts pushing forward. He latched on to one, and sucked hard. All of that attention to my breasts added to his finger talent, I finally felt my orgasm building. I bounced harder. His thrusts intensified, his cock stoking the sensations even higher. I forced my head forward on a moan.

He pulled his mouth away from my breast and looked up at me while his finger worked faster. “Get there, Mickayla. Be a good girl and come for me.”

Nobody had ever called me a ‘good girl,’ and to my surprise, those words opened the flood gates. My orgasm came over me and I felt my pussy clenching his cock.

He bucked up three more times, groaning with each thrust, and then I felt his cock pulsing inside me.