Page 19 of Miss Christmas

She held his face in her hands and looked into his eyes. “Will, you are the most amazing lover, so giving, so sexy, so—”

“So hot for you, so turned on and needing to be inside you right now,” he said. He moved his cock so that she felt it between them, touching the top of her thighs, so close to her plumped-up pussy.

She smiled and reached for him, but he stopped her hand. He reached to the headboard and pulled something from the shelf there. When he rolled to his side, still looking at her, he put the foil pack into her hand. There were no thoughts, no words as she tore it open. This time he let her have her way.

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Will gritted his teeth as sweat popped out everywhere. Scarlet pushed him onto his back and then knelt above him on the bed in all her glorious magnificence, long dark hair flowing, skin glowing. She looked like the sexiest X-rated Christmas ornament he could imagine. He wanted her for his tree, for—

She lowered herself until she straddled him, her pussy soft and wet and hot on top of his balls where she sat with his cock in front of her. Not quite where it wanted to be. Her fingers grazed his long shaft as she enveloped it with the condom, her face so close he could feel her hot breath on him. His cock bucked and he cried out.

“You’re . . . so damn sexy . . . so good at this.”

Her eyes snapped to his. Shit. He groaned and reached for her, pulling her forward to spill on top of him. He caressed her ass, pressing her close so that her belly smothered his throbbing dick.

“Scarlet, you’re so perfect. I want you. Don’t stop. Let me inside you.”

“Damn you, Will. Try and stop me.”

He pushed her hair back and kissed her. Deep satisfaction rumbled through him at her mewling and softening and the way her tongue played with his as she kissed him back. He could have gone on kissing her, but the taste of her mouth drugged him with desire and his dick throbbed with insistence.

Moving his hands back down her body along the soft warm skin of her shapely form, he gripped her hips and lifted her enough for his dick to find its hot, wet home. She lifted her mouth from his and looked at him with sex-glittered eyes as she wriggled her hips until the tip of his cock was exactly where it needed to be. Then she shoved her hips down hard and his cock glided inside her, surrounding him, as if sucking him inside and vacuuming up every molecule of space separating his cock from her pussy.

Struggling to keep control, he let waves of pleasure build in him as he held back, ecstasy spinning a tight coil through his center, gathering tension as she moved up and down on him. Holding her hips, he didn’t stop her. But he needed to hold on to steady himself, to keep the orgasmic tremors from shaking him apart too soon. “God, Scarlet.”

He watched her as her face changed, her lips parted, her skin gleamed with a sheen of perspiration and she moved faster. Then the dizziness and buzzing took him, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut as the coil tightened inside him to impossible density like a black hole of orgasmic pressure, bringing everything to one pinpoint of excruciating pleasure until he gripped her hips tight and slammed her down, grinding against her as he flew apart, letting everything in him go as his cum pumped in wave after wave.

He knew he screamed her name as he came, feeling her spasm. She moaned and clutched his shoulders.

Opening his eyes to see her face as he thrust and she clenched around him, he hugged her to him, holding onto her, not imagining how he could ever let her go.

After a while, with Scarlet in his arms, her soft lush weight against him like the most exquisite blanket, he closed his eyes again. He didn’t open them until he felt her stir. The afternoon sun streamed in his wall of windows.

She leaned over him and gave him a kiss. It was too quick and he reached out to hold on for more. She laughed at him.

“It’s getting late, Will. I need to get back to work.”

“Work?” He was foggy about reality, but it was all coming back to him now. “Call in sick.”

“Easy for you to say when your boss is a relative. My boss is a guy with a family and a mortgage who needs to make a living and can’t afford to tolerate lazy-ass waitresses.” She shifted away and moved to get up from the bed. He grabbed her wrist before she could escape.

“Wait . . . don’t you get time off?”

She sighed and looked at him like he was a child.

“It doesn’t work that way in the real world, Will. No work, no pay. I don’t have vacations or benefits. I work to eat. You… wouldn’t understand. Would you?”

“I work.” But he never had to worry about working to eat and the understanding hit him. He must seem like an alien from another world to her. The pain of it, the injustice of it, roiled his gut. Anger, not at her, flared up. He reminded himself it wasn’t his fault, before guilt settled on him. Before he bothered to feel sorry for poor Scarlet, because sympathy would be the last thing she wanted from him. He knew she wouldn’t take his money either. He wouldn’t bother offering to save his face from another slap. The one thing he could give her was respect.

But he wondered if she could give him the same respect?

“My family has money and they’re supportive, but I’ve always worked for a living.”

“I know that. I respect you for that.”

The rush of warmth at her words took him by surprise and encouraged him.

“About work. Your boss must have someone covering for you now.”