Page 36 of Merry Pucking Christmas

Please don’t let this end.

Not yet.

We keep kissing as his hands tug my pajama pants down my legs.

“I need inside you like I need my next breath. I can’t take it anymore.”

I want to comply, but there’s this nagging feeling pressing at the corners of my mind. It feels like this is all ending, not beginning. Yet, I keep holding onto him, not wanting him to ever leave me. Wanting this feeling to never end.

I nod, giving him my permission. Giving him everything. He owns it.

He moves us together, in unison, to the table we’ve used a few times over the past week. He leans me against it, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

I want this.

He fists his dick in his hands, a gleam in his eyes as he gazes into mine. “Noelle, you deserve so much better.”

What could be better than him?

I don’t answer, but simply close my eyes as he pushes inside me. He fills me up, and I moan out a soft moan, making sure not to be too loud. I run my fingers through his hair, wanting him closer.

He pulls all the way out of me, and flips me over. He slams into me from behind and I let out the tiniest of yelps. I was not expecting that. I love this.I love him.

His fingers sink into the flesh of my ass as he pounds away inside me, his other hand reaching around to make contact with my clit. He tugs and pulls on it, making my body nearly crumble like a gingerbread cookie.

He keeps pumping his dick into me, the sounds of our lovemaking filling the garage. I don’t care if we’re being noisy. I don’t care about anything right now.

Only him.

“Noelle, I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers into the night.

I want to tell him all the things. That I can’t get enough of him either, but instead I remain silent, not wanting to ruin the moment with words. Words that are too heavy right now to utter.

I want to shout out that I love him.

Because I do.

He keeps playing with my body, working me over again and again. My tummy tightens, my orgasm looming. I know it’s here.

I squeeze my eyes shut as my release rips right through me like a runaway sleigh barreling down a snowy hill. I can barely hold on, and York grabs me by the throat, bringing me back so our mouths can meet together in an insatiable kiss.

God, the things this man does to me should be criminal.

He finishes off a few seconds after my body starts to calm, and after we’re done we’re both breathing heavily.

I turn to face him, pulling my panties and pajama pants up my legs. “Good talk,” I say with a small laugh.

York offers me a dazzling smile, and my heart skips a beat. “Noelle, I don’t know where to start.”

“Maybe at the beginning?” I ask, getting myself put back together.

He rests his hands on my hips, leaning his forehead against mine. “I hate this life for you. You deserve so much better.”

“Maybe I should be the one to decide, don’t you think?”

He shakes his head slightly. “The paparazzi will never stop.”

I wrap my arms around his neck. “I don’t care. Let them take pictures. All I care about is being with you.”