by Jade West
Another nod, and I raised an eyebrow.
“Well, that really is a shame considering I’ve just abandoned my family Christmas to drive back across country on the back of these silly stories.”
She couldn’t gulp a breath quick enough.
“I made the cat up,” I continued. “A silly story of my own under the circumstances, so I think that puts us on a par with the falsities, don’t you?”
I took another sip of wine as she weighed up my words.
“You made the cat up?”
“To get you here,” I told her. “I didn’t even have a tree a few days ago. Your silly stories have had quite an impact, Miss Morris. As have you.”
Her eyes were wide and her lips were parted, her breaths coming in shallow little rasps as the situation tumbled through her senses.
I got to my feet and closed the distance slowly, purposefully, towering over her with a strain in my suit trousers that wasn’t hanging to the fucking right anymore, not even close.
The cat jumped down from her lap and skulked through to the living room, and her eyes followed him to the doorway, avoiding mine. I could see the shiver in her shoulders.
“Tell me, Jenny, about these silly stories. Did you mean them? Do you want them?”
Her nod was almost unperceivable.
“Say it,” I instructed, and my usual gruffness was back in full force.
“I meant them,” she whispered. “I meant them all, Mr Hart.”
“It’s Jackson,” I told her, and her eyes flashed up at mine. “My name is Jackson.”
“Jackson.”
It was just a ghost of a word, and it was the most intoxicating utterance I’d ever been blessed enough to hear.
Her skin was soft against my fingers as I tipped her chin up.
“Were you telling the truth?” I asked. “You’ve never been fucked?”
“No,” she admitted, and I felt it in my cock. “I was waiting…”
“So I gathered. Waiting for a man who appreciates the gift he’s taking. Waiting for a man who knows what he’s doing with it. Who’ll give it the respect it deserves.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered again, but I pressed a thumb to her lips before she could say another word.
“Waiting for me, Jenny. And here I am, in the flesh, and considerably more satisfying than some words on a laptop screen, I assure you.” My eyes could have burned her alive. “Stretching your tight little pussy around my cock is going to be the best Christmas present of my life.”
And there she was, the little minx behind the sweetness. I saw a flash of her in Jenny’s pretty eyes.
“And mine,” she breathed. “Please, Mr Hart… it’ll be the best Christmas present of mine too…”
We moved in unison, her scrabbling to her feet as I pulled her close, my mouth landing on hers as her fingers found my chest and pressed tight. My tongue was fierce and hers was nervous, the perfect combination.
She tasted like red wine and Christmas wishes. She tasted like my soul coming to life after years of bondage.
Her PJ top lifted easily over her head and her perky little tits were everything I’d imagined. And more.
Her nipples were tight little bullets in dusky pink, her skin was milky pale and peppered with goosebumps as my thumbs brushed a path from her collarbone to her ribs.
“Tell me you want this,” I barked and she nodded. “Gentleness doesn’t come easily to me. I want to be sure you’re ready.”
“Don’t be gentle,” she breathed. “Please, Mr Hart, don’t be gentle… I want…”
It was so easy to smile. “I know what you want, sweetheart. I’ve read it in glorious detail several times over.”
I hooked my fingers in her PJ bottoms and they slid down in one fluid drop. She was wearing nothing underneath, and the sight made a groan catch in my throat.
Her waist curved in so daintily, her stomach just the softest slope above that sweet untouched little cunt of hers.
She was wet.
Soft.
Needy against my fingers as I slipped them between her thighs.
“I’ve never…” she began, but I silenced her with my mouth on hers.
I knew.
I knew everything.
Everything she’d never done, everything she’d dreamed of. Everything she wanted.
I hitched her onto my thigh and she squirmed like a siren from the deep. “Please,” she hissed. “Please, Mr Hart…”
“I’m gonna fuck that tight little pussy all night long,” I told her. “And then I’m gonna fuck that sweet little asshole right on after.”
I walked us backward, keeping her tight to my thigh every step of the way.
“I’m gonna fuck your throat so hard your eyes will water, and make you come so hard you’ll scream my name.”
“Please…”
“And do you know what’s going to happen then, dirty little Miss Morris?”
She shook her head.
“And then I’m going to do it all over again.”
I hoisted her into my arms as we crossed the threshold into the hallway, and her legs folded around my waist like they were made to be there.
“Happy Christmas to me,” she giggled as I carried her upstairs.
Chapter Thirteen
Jenny
I’d had it generally good through life, but I’d never considered myself as one of those super lucky people where crazy good things fell from the sky and landed straight in my lap. Things like this just didn’t happen to me.
But they were happening, and I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to pinch myself over and over, just to know this was really real.
But it was.
It was ultra-real, realer than real.
The solid bulk of him was undeniable, scissored between my legs as he carried me upstairs. His mouth was indisputable as it pressed to mine, his tongue everything I’d dreamed of as it sought mine out and played hard.
My arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, my body fizzing with excitement and nerves and disbelief that my dirty story fuck-up had delivered the best Christmas of my life.
He headed straight for his bedroom, and my belly flipped at the thought of my snooping in there just a few hours earlier. He dropped me onto the bed and I groaned as he didn’t join me.
My groan turned to a grin as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall.
He was ripped. Manly and toned and hardcore enough to set my pulse into overdrive.
I sucked on my bottom lip as he dropped his suit trousers and pushed his boxers down along with them.
Fuck.
He was bigger than I’d even dared to fantasise. Swollen hard and rippled with veins, with a perfectly proportioned head to crown it off. My poor pussy tensed at the sight of it.
Believe me, I’d watched enough porn to know that this was a beautiful dick.
Praise the fucking Lord.
I was both grinning like a fool and petrified all at once as his fingers stretched around his girth, teasing up and down the length as I stared.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away, wondering just how in hell I was going to take that monster inside me.
I’d break. He’d split me in two and leave me broken.
And I wanted it. Holy hell, how I wanted it.
“Sure you’re ready for this, Miss Morris?” he asked with a half smirk.
My nod was confident. Definite. Desperate.
He dropped onto the bed and stalked me on all fours. I couldn’t stop the jitters as the bulk of his hot naked body covered mine. Despite the little voice in my head screaming that I didn’t have the faintest clue what I was doing, my legs spread and wrapped around him like it was the most natural thing on earth, as though I was born for this, made for this.
Made for him.
He pinned me down and took hold of my wrists, pulling them up over my head where he gripped them both easily in one hand.
My body was a puppet to his as he rolled his hips against mine.
Fu
ck.
The girth of his hard dick ground against my pussy, back and forth in calculated sweeps that sent me into a dreamy daze. My clit sparked so bright it sent tingles dancing up to my nipples and back again as I struggled for composure.
But he didn’t want composure. Can’t have wanted it.
His thrusts were brutal and demanding, the head of his dick pressed so tight to my clit that I was on the edge in seconds, but I couldn’t let myself go, not this quickly, not like some silly little girl who couldn’t control herself.
“That’s too nice…” I whimpered, and his lips landed hot on my neck.
“We’re barely getting started,” he growled.
He sucked my skin into his mouth and all I could do was moan for him.
My back arched after him when he rose up on his forearms and peppered kisses down my body. His eyes were hungry as they stared up at mine, glittering like icy diamonds as his breath tickled my tits.
My self-consciousness was scorching, my inexperience screaming like a beacon as he flicked his tongue over my nipple.
“Shit,” I hissed, gritting my teeth and grinning like an idiot as he gripped my flesh tight in his fingers. I’d never been blessed with all that much on top, but the groan in his throat as he sucked my tit into his mouth was enough to set me on fire.
It calmed me more than words, more than token reassurances and the silent friendship of a push up bra under my work blouse.
There was no hiding from Mr Hart, and I didn’t want to. I was on display, vulnerable and exposed as his fingers sought out every curve and crevice.
His mouth was hot and his teeth nipped hard enough to make me shudder. His hands were heavy but skilled, the ball of his thumb an absolute wizard as it circled my throbbing clit.
“Tell me what you’ve taken inside you, sweetheart,” he whispered, and I was so embarrassed I could’ve died.
“Nothing,” I told him, hoping he was more interested in my pussy than my stupid red cheeks as he dipped down lower.
“Nothing?” he repeated, and if he was surprised he managed to at least keep a lid on it.
I shook my head. “Maybe a finger when I was messing around. I just didn’t…” I took a breath. “I’ve always been more of a clit girl.”
His laugh was low and dirty. “We’ll see if that’s still the case in the morning.”
I draped an arm across my eyes as he eased my legs apart and splayed the most private parts of me. I was so nervous I could barely breathe, sucking in air at the thought of him seeing everything. Everything.
“Look at me,” he said, and his tone was just like it was in the office. Demanding. Powerful.
Too strong to ignore.
I dragged my arm from my face and dared to stare down at him.
The want in his eyes took the paltry amount of breath I had left.
“You’re so beautiful,” he told me. “Your sweet little cunt is divine, Miss Morris.”
His eyes were still on mine as he swept his tongue over my clit. I couldn’t stop myself squirming as he kissed my pussy like he kissed my mouth. His tongue danced in perfect rhythm, his breath hot and ragged.
When he sucked my clit into his mouth and his lips closed tight I knew I was done for.
My whole body tensed in a heartbeat, my foot jerking up and landing flat on his back, grating up and down as I battled the crazy sensations.
I didn’t win.
I was cursing under my breath, teeth gritted tight as the orgasm boiled over, lost to caring about anything other than the way his mouth ate me alive.
When I came I came hard. Harder than I ever came by myself with a hand down my knickers and my laptop screen open in front of me.
It was noisy. Breathless. Explosive in a way that had me bucking and squirming like a dirty bitch with my fingers twisted in his hair.
I cried out again when he pushed something inside me.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I looked down to see his wrist moving. “How many is that?” I asked like a fool.
His smile said as much as his answer. “One.”
“One?!”
I gave a moan at another stretch. This one hurt. A sharp pain that had me grasping at the bedsheets.
Until it didn’t hurt anymore.
I groaned again as the sensation changed. A pressure, deep, like I needed the toilet but really didn’t.
I really hoped I didn’t.
“Two,” he said, and I knew then taking his dick was going to hurt so bad.
His wrist circled and I felt the twist inside me. I could hear my own wetness, and it felt so dirty my belly flipped.
“We’re going to need to get my cock nice and wet for this sweet little cunt,” he told me, and I loved how his voice dripped with filth.
I’d never listen to him the same way again in the office.
Never.
I was done for.
“Are you going to be a good girl with that pretty mouth of yours?” he asked, and there was that perfect smirk again.
I moaned like a whore as he pulled his fingers free.
My pussy felt empty, even though I’d barely known it filled.
He positioned himself above my face, his hand smoothing my hair so tenderly as he landed his swollen dick against my mouth.
“Open nice and wide,” he grunted, and I did.
He wasn’t gentle as he pushed his cock between my teeth. My cheeks stretched full, throat tightening as he forced his way to the back.
“Good girl,” he praised and my heart soared. “Suck me.”
I tried. I worked so hard to please him that my eyes watered, fighting back the gag reflex with my eyes staring wide up at his.
“So fucking pretty,” he said and thrust in deep.
I battled the retch, but it didn’t stay down easy. When he pulled his dick free he pulled up a load of foamy spit with it. He slicked it all the way over, from the head to his balls, and it made such dirty noises that my hand slipped between my legs.
I felt different down there. Sensitive. Swollen
Amazing.
“I’m spoiled for choice,” he growled and sank his thumb into my open mouth. “So many perfect little holes to choose from.”
But I knew which one I wanted him to fill.
“Fuck me,” I said, and my words came out all the dirtier with his thumb between my teeth. “Please fuck my pussy, Mr Hart.”
I watched his dick pulse, right above my face.
“Dirty girl,” he breathed, and I loved it.
“It’ll hurt,” he warned as he raised himself, and I couldn’t stop smiling.
“I’m ready,” I told him. “Please, sir, I don’t care, please fuck me.”
“My pleasure, sweetheart,” he said.
Jackson
Turning the car around had been the greatest decision of my life.
The girl was perfect. An angel with a dirty soul and a tender little cunt just made for pounding.
Her breaths were shallow, her nervousness addictive. I was pulled by two opposing forces in equal measure, both the need to protect and cherish this delicate creature for all time, and the craving to tear her open wide.
“I’ll take it steady,” I assured her, but her body had other plans.
Her thighs dropped open in invitation, her hips tilted at the perfect angle to welcome me home. Brushing the head of my cock against that glistening little slit was torture, balls tightening at the silky promise of what was waiting inside.
I slipped my tip between her pussy lips and braced myself for restraint.
“We should use something,” I commented, even as my dick strained for entry.
“No, please, not this time,” she whispered, and her arms beckoned me closer. “I want to feel you.”
Crazy or not, I was more than happy to give her what she wanted. I dropped my stomach flat to hers, propping myself on my forearms with her eyes tight on mine. And then I pushed, just a fraction, enough that my dick edg
ed a touch over the threshold.
She flinched, despite her best efforts to mask it with a smile.
“Relax,” I said, and she nodded.
She was wet and so was my cock, enough that my next shunt forward saw the head of me sink inside.
It hurt, I could see it in her eyes.
“Good girl,” I soothed as I claimed more distance.
“Ow, fuck,” she hissed, and I used her exhale to push in deeper. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, nails pinching.
Her cunt was insanely tight. It took all my restraint not to thrust in all the way and break her open in one.
“Still want this?” I checked and she nodded.
“More than anything, Mr Hart,” she said in a soft whisper, and I kissed her on the lips as I circled my hips to ease some leverage. The momentum let me sink that glorious bit deeper.
“Oh yes,” she breathed. “Like that. Fuck, like that.”
I didn’t need telling twice, and how she fucking groaned as her pussy took the best of me.
“Are you in?” she asked, with wide eyes. “Is that all the way?”
Her innocence was adorable. I pressed my lips to hers for a long moment before I shook my head.
“No, sweetheart. That’s not all the way.” I pushed in further to illustrate and it made her cry out.
“Just do it,” she hissed. “All the way, please, do it.”
And so I did, keeping my hips fluid as I thrust my cock all the way home. My balls pressed tight to the soft flesh of her ass, my dick pulsing as she tightened and clamped me so fucking hard.
“That’s it,” I told her. “That’s all the way.”
“Oh God,” she breathed. “I swear I can feel you in my damn stomach.”
“It gets easier,” I promised her, and backed up just a touch as she whimpered.
I fucked her tight hole slowly. So fucking slowly.
My pulse was in my temples as I held back the urge to drive in hard, sliding out all the way and claiming her right back again with a gentleness I wasn’t accustomed to.
“I dreamed of this,” she told me. “I dreamed of this so many times.”
“I hope it’s living up to your expectations.”
Her smile told me everything. “It’s better,” she said. “If a little more ouchy than I anticipated.”