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A low growl leaves me as I crawl over her and sink my aching cock into her swollen pussy. She gasps and quickly pulls me down for a kiss. I plunder her sweet mouth as I start to move with long, slow strokes. Each time I’m balls deep, I make sure the nub on the cock ring teases her clit. In mere minutes, we’re both on the edge.
“God, Pearl,” I pant.
She moans and nods. Then I sit back on my heels and pull her up with me, my cock pumping even deeper inside her. She gasps and her head falls back, her hands barely gripping my shoulders. It’s no matter though. I won’t let her go. I wrap both my hands around her back and let go, bucking myself into her slow and deep. Unable to help myself, I bend my head and taste the swell of her breasts.
When I’m close, I slide my right hand up to cup the back of her head. Her lust-filled eyes focus on me, and she manages a smile.
“So fucking good, Griffin,” she pants.
“Yeah,” I nod. “You are.”
“Fuck me hard,” she begs. “Please.”
Her words slay me. With another growl of need, I lay her back on the bed. Her hair splays around her head in a beautiful, tangled mess. Her lips are parted as she pants. And her eyes are solely focused on me.
Perfect.
I rest my weight on my right forearm and grip her hip with my left. Then I give her what she wants. I fuck her. Hard. Hard enough for her breasts to bounce violently in her bra. Hard enough to make the cock ring dig almost painfully into my skin. And hard enough to make us both come in an explosive climax that soaks us where we’re joined.
But I fuck through it until she comes a second time. Only when my name leaves her on a painful whisper do I stop. Instead of collapsing onto her, I pull out to discard the cock ring. Then I cover her body with mine and pull her close. When we recover, we check out the results.
As they have been before, they’re phenomenal. And as the week proceeds, I find myself not wanting to part ways with Pearl for the weekend. Thankfully, she feels the same. She stays with me the whole weekend and we continue to explore our physical connection while still learning a little more about one another.
When Sunday night rolls around, we’re talking about our plans for Christmas. And as much as I hate to tell her the truth, I do. Only because I feel closer to her than I have any other woman save my mother.
“My mother stopped celebrating Christmas after I graduated from college,” I say softly.
“Why?”
“I told you before it was just the two of us growing up,” I shrug. “She went without every Christmas for a long time. When I was finally able to make it on my own, she insisted that I do what I wanted on Christmas.”
She’s quiet for a long time. Then she asks the obvious.
“What do you want to do on Christmas?”
“Spend time with my family,” I choke out.
Almost immediately, she crawls on top of me and smiles. It’s a gorgeous sight. Because she’s gorgeous. And I am more than delighted that she wants to be mine. Especially after her next words.
“My family is getting together for Christmas this Saturday,” she says. “You and your mom can come celebrate with us.”
I shake my head and pull her toward me for a soft kiss. Then I give her the bad news.
“While I’d love to meet your family and celebrate with them, I’m certain my mother will refuse,” I sigh. “After all, she’s not even met you yet.”
“Then let’s make a date so I can meet her,” she insists. “And I can invite her myself.”
I take her in for a few moments. Then I just laugh.
“You can try,” I smile. “I’m sure she’ll be delighted to meet you, of course. But if you can convince her to celebrate Christmas with us and your family, well…”
“Well, what?”
“It would be the second-best Christmas present ever.”
“The second best?” she giggles.
“Yes,” I tell her. “Because you’re the best Christmas present ever.”
