Page 23 of Under the Mistletoe


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Understanding my needs and wants, Niles backs me up until my naked rear hits the cool stone countertop, and then he picks me up and sets me back down. The shock of the stone steals my breath, which he takes advantage of, filling my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his fingers. All of them.

I’ve been with my share of men in the past, but I have to say, I’ve never been this turned on. Never in my life have I felt this incredible surge of adrenaline or insatiable hunger for more, for everything this man can give me.

Unwilling to wait a moment longer, I tug at the waistband of his super-soft black and hunter-green plaid fleece pants, damning him for tying a knot that prevents me from quick and easy access. But the instant I manage to get the tie free, I don’t waste any time plunging my hand down inside.

I follow the happy trail of stiff yet impossibly soft hair down to the thatch of curls where I find the treasure I’ve been seeking and wrap my fingers around the base of his thick cock that throbs at my touch. It’s Niles’ turn to moan, and I eat up every delicious note, rocking my hips against his hand at the same time I stroke him from root to tip.

What happens next can only be described as pure insanity as Niles tangles his free hand in my hair and yanks my head back, feasting on my neck while I shove furiously at his pants to get them down just enough to access what I want and need more than life itself.

The instant I draw his considerable length from the confines of its fabric prison, he shoves his hips between my open thighs, yanks his fingers from my body and clamps the wet digits onto my left thigh, and fills the space he left empty in one swift move.

I come undone instantly, every muscle in my body tensing at once as the orgasm rolls through me, causing convulsions and a fresh rush of wetness that announces itself in the squishing noises that seem all too loud in the generous space around us. Niles isn’t nice or considerate or even gentle. He pounds into me with abandon, taking exactly what he wants without pause or apology, and I’m so glad he does. He’s an animal, ferocious and wild and such a pleasant surprise that I come again, eliminating any friction left between us as he leans me back on the counter and impales me three more times before burying himself as deep as he can go, tucking his face into the side of my neck as he comes inside of me, his cock thickening and pulsing with each lash of its powerful release.

I cling to him in the aftermath, bare feet and legs wrapped around his narrow hips, cognizant of the pain in my tailbone that will surely end up being a wicked bruise that I’ll feel every time I sit down this week but not inclined to do anything about it.

This is the single most amazing moment of my life. A moment of true bliss. It makes me wonder…how much bliss would I get if I multiplied it by three?

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