12.26.2016: Fuckin’ Christmas Gift

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Inspired by Masturbation Monday

Fuckin’ Christmas Gift

I’ve watched Him all night talking to his colleagues and superiors at the company Christmas party. I should have been focused on meeting people and conversing but I was too distracted by him. He wore a navy blue cable knit cardigan, pale blue button down, and tan colored slacks. He had a way of making something more casual seem sophisticatedly sexy. Was it me or was it hot in here?

“Are you okay?” The woman to my right asked.

“Uh, yes. I just… I need something to drink. I’ll be right back.”

I walked to the bar and took the moment to try to get myself together. I sat on the seat that was closest to the end of the bar. I pulled out my compact to take a quick glimpse and wasn’t shocked to see the reddened hues in my complexion shining through.

Arms circled my waist and facial hair grazed my neck. I closed my eyes, relaxing into his embrace. Only one man had the ability to keep my libido sizzling and ready for more. He was the man I’d stared at all night. I lift my hand to his bearded face and stroked the soft hair.

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“Did you order me a drink as well?” His voice was low and dangerously deep.

“I haven’t ordered anything, yet,” I confessed.

“He’s waiting for your order.” He kissed behind my earlobe and my toes curled.

Without opening my eyes, I responded. “Guinness black and a Christmas White Russian.”

“Water while you wait?” The bartender asked.

I opened my eyes but they felt heavy with lust. “Yes, please.”

The bartender placed a bottle of water on the counter and before I could accept it, He took it and began drinking. The entire time he held me in place against him. Half gone, he held it out to me. I took it but almost crushed the bottle to bits when his cool lips caressed my neck and then his tongue licked icy circles in the same spot. I pulled away and looked into his eyes pleading for him not to do this here.

Yes, the people here were mostly drunk and not paying attention to anything but it was too much. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted him to lose himself in me for as long as he wanted. I didn’t want to sound desperate for his affections but I was.

“Your drinks.” The bartender sat down the drinks in front of us and He tipped him graciously.

He pulled a barstool close to mine and sat so close that one of my legs was between his and I could feel the muscles in his thighs. His fingers lazily stroked just above my knee as he enjoyed his beer. I knew he loved the way that my legs felt in nylons so I’d worn the navy sweater dress he’d bought, tights, and chocolate boots. He was discussing something that his boss mentioned but I couldn’t focus with his fingers sliding up my thigh and back. Those lazy circles had grown persistent and wider, higher.

“Did you not like your drink?”

“Hmm?” I asked confused.

“Your drink. You haven’t touched it. Is there something wrong with it?” He flashed that side grin of his and I knew that he was deliberately making fun of me.

I lifted the glass and put the straw to my lips. I sipped the drink until the glass was empty. I placed it back on the counter and looked him head on. “I’m ready to leave, now.”

He chuckled and stood. He put out his hand and I accepted. I got down from the seat and the rush from the alcohol chose that moment to kick in and I stumbled towards him a bit. It wasn’t my first drink of the night, but it was the first one I’d ordered for myself and it was stronger than the others.

“Easy there.” He spoke for only my ears.

“Yes, Sir.” I lifted my head begging for a kiss with my eyes as they caressed the sight of his lips.

He chuckled. “You sure about that?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sure.”

“Hold still.” He lifted my chin a bit higher and leaned into my lips. He pulled my top lip into both of his. He sucked and pulled at it before invading my mouth with his tongue. I lifted towards him for more but he pulled away and kissed my lips again.

“Let’s get you into bed, shall we?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

We left the party room of the hotel in a hurry and he didn’t acknowledge any of the voices that called after him. My vision blurred as he led the way to the car… Wait… He pressed the button to a nearby elevator and it opened immediately. He pulled me inside and against his chest as the door closed. He took my mouth hard and I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him in closer. The elevator dinged and he let go of me apprehensively. He pulled a key from his back pocket and lead us to room 604.

Inside, the door barely closed before he had me against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist. He pulled my sweater up to my hips and he groaned at the material keeping him from being inside of me. I knew what would happen and I couldn’t let it. He’d ruined multiple pairs of tights this way. I pulled away from his mouth and pushed against his shoulders.

“If you let me down, I’ll take them off for you,” I whispered.

He growled. “I don’t want to let you down.” I felt his fingers curling inward. He was going to rip them.

“Please… I’ll be quick.”

He groaned and set me on my feet slowly. I inched away from him and then removed my boots and tights. He stepped towards me and I removed my panties as well. An animalistic noise rumbled from deep in his chest startling me. I don’t know why, but I ran.

He caught me quickly and pushed me onto the bed. I rolled onto my back just as he was climbing on. He pushed my legs open and leaned over me, capturing my hands and pinning them above my head. Shit! He used his other hand to unfasten his pants and free his thickness. Seconds later he was pushing inside me.

“Fuck!” I cried out.

He smacked the outside of my thigh and then pulled my hips closer to his. He was so deeply seated that I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. He paused to remove his sweater and shirt before pinning me again pumping his flesh into mine. He tried to move deeper and deeper inside of me each time that he withdrew. Hard, deep, and wild strokes. I cried out from the pain and pleasure getting lost as he branded me with his hips. My body shook as I tried to accept him. It was too much too fast and I couldn’t keep up.

The hand not holding my hands gripped the base of my neck near my shoulder. He leaned down and took my mouth while his tempo moved quicker. I whimpered. There was no way that I’d be able to walk after this. Sounds of arousal meeting stiffness echoed through the room indicating just how much I was enjoying his dominance over my body.

He grunted and shivered when I gripped him tighter inside me. He liked it, but the unexpected event threw him off. I waited until he was back on track before I did it again.

“Ooooh!” He responded.

Not easing up this time, I flexed around him continuously. His hold onto my wrists grew tighter and I knew I’d be bruised later. I knew he was close but instead of giving in, he lifted off me and flipped me onto my stomach.

“Hold on.” He growled.

I gripped the pillow just as he entered me again. He raised my ass up higher than my head and took refuge.

I gasped loudly. He was… My legs trembled as he hit the most delicious spot repeatedly. I tried to speak but the air was knocked from my lungs. His firm grip on my hips kept me from being able to pull away. I clawed at the pillows trying to run out of reach. I knew my attempts were feeble but…

My body vibrated and quaked while he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. There was nothing that I could do to stop the orgasm that was bound to drown me. I screamed and pleaded for something, anything, and everything.

“Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!”

“You don’t think it’s so amusing when the tables are turned, do you? Do you?!”

“Nooooo!” I whined and the tears rolled down my face unashamed.

He smacked my ass repeatedly taking things up a notch. My eyes widened and I knew I was doomed. I couldn’t stop the waves threatening to take over and I for the love of god, I couldn’t remember if I could swim.

He grabbed my hair and pulled. My back arched into him and the pain was blinding. I screamed loud because it was the final straw, tipping me over into a world of ecstasy that he’d created.

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I collapsed but he still moved inside of me seeking his own relief. The mattress helped to keep me in place as sought his relief, submitting to his will. Another soul wrenching orgasm geared up and I was too weak to hold it back. His mouth was beside my ear and he panted his desires there.

“So good! So… ah! Good… Baby… take me… fucking… oh! Take me.”

I nodded giving in to him. I couldn’t deprive him if I wanted to.

“Cum for me girl. Give me more as fuck you. You need this, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I begged for more. Was I insane? No, I was his. I always needed more of him.

“God da…” His words were strangled and he grunted hard before the wind was knocked from him.

His strokes became more focused yet short and shallow. He was coming and I rode that high as well. My grip on the pillow slipped from the tingling sensations and I came hard. He pulled me closer to him as he emptied his seed into my willing body.

Time stood still as I focused on keeping my heart into my chest. Breathing wasn’t something that I could manage without more spasms racking my body. He laid beside me and pulled me into his arms. Somehow, that made things easier. My eyes closed and I drifted to sleep.

Hours later, I woke to my nipples being savored by his mouth. I slid my hand through his hair and pulled his face to mine. I kissed him and he rolled me on top of him, not breaking the dance of our lips. He pulled off my sweater and already unhooked bra. He’d obviously been busy while I was asleep. His pants were no longer on his hips making us both fully naked. He lifted my hips and slowly I slid down onto his shaft.

“Ride me.” He commanded.

I placed my hands flat on his chest and began riding him slow.

“Good… good girl.” He moaned. His eyes closed and satisfaction was written all over his face. I beamed at being able to please my man and give him what he desired.

“Yes, Sir.”

His hands gripped my ass while I rode him harder. He lifted his body to reach mine and I moved my hands up to his shoulders. I held on as he controlled our movements. The steady trot became a gallop to meet his demands. This wasn’t about me but instead satisfying his needs. I held on tighter as it grew increasingly difficult to stay on pace. He held me still as he took over and rode me from underneath.

“Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir!”

“Hold on for me, girl. Just a little more.” He hissed when I tensed, gripping him tighter.

“Just like that… just like…” He moaned loud and it seemed to come from deep inside him as he released into me once again.

Feeling his release, I let go as well, collapsing on top of him.

“Fuck, girl!” He shouted. He then chuckled and sighed in relief. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

I smiled thinking that was the best gift I could have received. “Merry Christmas, Sir.”

 

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© 2016. Jade Royal. All Rights Reserved.

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