Christopher (Mail-Order Brides For Christmas) - Page 8

I would want Winter no matter what, but knowing I was the only man who would ever be inside her pussy made me want to beat on my chest like a damn caveman.

A smile spread across my face, and her eyes widened as she stared at me in the same way she had when I’d smiled in the car. I took advantage of her stunned state and lowered my lips to hers once more. While my mouth devoured her, my hands glided up her sides and around to her back where I popped the catch on her bra.

Even through all her layers, I’d been able to tell that Winter was all curves. But as her bra fell and her tits spilled free, my breath caught in my throat when I cupped each full, round globe. They more than filled my hands, and her hard nipples scraped across my palms as she pressed her chest forward. A little moan escaped, and I broke our kiss to drop my head as I lifted her breasts so I could take one rigid peak in my mouth.

Winter gasped and shuddered. Her thighs clenched, and she twined her hands into my hair. I nibbled and sucked for a bit, then switched to give the other side the same attention. My cock was doing its best to rip through the zipper of my jeans, especially with the heat from my wife’s pussy as she rocked her hips to get closer. She tried to increase her speed, but I moved my hands down to still her hips and let her nipple go with a pop.

“Not like this, sugar. The first time I see you come will not be from dry humping me while we sit half clothed on the side of our bed.”

She whimpered, and her hands tugged at my hair as she leaned in and rubbed her tits on my chest. “Fuck,” I grunted. In no time, I had her flat on her back in the center of the bed. I yanked off her socks, then unzipped her pants and tugged them—with her panties—down her legs and off her, leaving them in yet another pile on the floor. I sucked a fast breath at the sight before me. She was so gorgeous that she took my breath away.

I ran the tip of one finger lightly up her slit, being careful not to dip between her folds just yet. “Open,” I commanded. “Show me your pretty pussy, sugar.”

Winter looked a little unsure, but when I circled her clit, she moaned and her legs fell wide, baring her completely. She glistened with her arousal, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

Hurrying to divest myself of the rest of my clothes, I climbed onto the bed and settled on my stomach between her legs. Just the sight of her sex had me grinding my hard on into the mattress, seeking some kind of temporary relief. But when I bent low and inhaled her scent, pre-come leaked from my tip.

Knowing I wouldn’t last long, I placed my arms over her legs to keep them open, then used my thumbs to pull back her pussy lips. “Fuck. I can’t believe this is mine.” I bit the inside of her thigh just hard enough to get her attention. She went up onto her elbows, and her eyes flew to meet my intense stare. “Only mine. Is that clear, Winter?”

She opened her mouth as though she wanted to say something, but I licked her from bottom to top. “Yes,” she hissed. I wasn’t sure if it was an affirmation of my statement or a moan of pleasure, but I chose to take it as both.

“Are you on anything, Winter?” I rasped, praying she said no. Come hell or high water, I was going to breed my wife tonight.

She gasped and sat up. “No! Do you—”

“No,” I growled. Then I distracted her by licking her again. I lapped at the fresh juices gushing out with each stroke of my tongue, then I stabbed it into her channel. “Oh, fuck, sugar,” I groaned when I’d taken it out. “Your pussy is so tight. I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock. It’s gonna milk me for everything I’ve got and fill you up until you’re completely stuffed with my come.” I thrust my tongue in a few more times, licking up and circling her clit each time I retreated. “I need you to come, sugar,” I groaned. “I’m not gonna last much longer, and I’m not wasting any of my seed outside your womb.”

Just the thought of Winter carrying our baby was enough to set me off, but I called on every ounce of my strength to hold out just a little longer. I inserted a finger in her wet hole, struggling to get it to fit. It finally slid in after a few tries, then I worked on getting in a second one. She was so damn snug; I wanted to stretch her so she’d be able to take my big, long cock.

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