Page 15 of A Very Cheeky Christmas

I thrust quickly inside before she can even finish her answer.

“Wow, you are big,” she says.

“Am I hurting you, sweet thing?”

She shakes her head. “Please move.”

“This pussy was made for me,” I tell her.

Then I pick up my rhythm and fuck her more quickly. In and out, in and out. Every time I thrust back in she moans, so I know I’m hitting her in all the good spots.

“I’m gonna come so hard inside this pussy. Goddamn it, Max. You feel too fucking good.”

“I should be irritated that you’re this good at this, but since I’m benefiting, I’m not going to complain,” she says, her words full of breath.

“I’m just good at fucking you, darlin’, because this pussy was made for me.”

“Andrew,” she moans. “Oh damn, you’re gonna make me come again.” She grabs my face and our eyes lock.

Watching her fall apart brings on my own climax. But coming together while looking into each other’s eyes is so intimate, so special, I know she can feel it. She has to know this is more than a one-night stand.

chapter eight

Maxine

I wake up at some point in the middle of the night with Andrew’s hot naked body pressed against mine. He’s hard and nestled up against my ass and one of his large palms covers one of my tits.

I don’t think he’s awake at all, but my pussy is drenched just from him being so close to me. Every part of this man is magic, and I want another hit before I have to go back to my real life. The life where I’m just shy of being an actual doctor but had to quit school because my grandfather thinks I’m too fat.

But this beautiful man behind me thinks I’m perfect just the way I am. I reach behind me, between our bodies and guide the thick mushroom shaped head of his dick to my entrance.

He groans in my ear as he slides all the way inside me. “Maxine, sweet thing.” He licks and nibbles on the back of my neck while his fingers and hand play with my tit and his pelvis rocks him in and out of me. His pace is leisurely, nothing like the frenzied fucking we did earlier.

No, this feels a lot more like love making. I reach up and grab the back of his head, just to press him closer to me.

Once upon a time I’d believed in romantic fairy tales and happily ever afters. That person is still inside of me, and she desperately wants this man to be her happy ending.

I squeeze my eyes shut against the tears that I know are coming, forcing myself to just feel the pleasure of our bodies.

“I could wake up every day to the feel of your bare skin next to mine,” he murmurs. “God, I love the way your pussy feels around my dick.”

His hand slides down my body and grips my hip. Then his fingers are between my folds and circling my clit, slow, slow, slow.

“Andrew,” I breathe. “Just like that, please don’t stop.”

“I’ll never stop. I’ll make love to you forever, sweet thing.”

That’s when my orgasm crashes over me. Pulse after pulse of pleasure shudders through me.

“Fuck, your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard. Goddammit, Max, I’m gonna come.” His fingers dig into my hip again and for some reason I hope he leaves bruises. Some kind of mark that proves he was here.

He bites the back of my shoulder playfully. “I think I might have to keep you for a little bit longer.”

I force out a chuckle, then make my way to the bathroom to clean up and relieve myself. By the time I come back to the bed, he’s already fallen asleep.

I should probably just leave now. Walk away before I get too attached and have my heart broken. But looking at the thick sweep of his lashes shuttering his soulful eyes, I can’t make myself walk away. At least not yet.

The following morning, I wake up to the heavenly scent of bacon and coffee. Even if it’s bacon flavored coffee, I am all in.