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“You want to sit there, at the don’s table, with my seed trickling out of you? You want to go home tonight with the evidence of our private Christmas party coating your thighs?”

I screamed in a wordless assent.

Madonna mia, I was unraveling again. The need coiled tight, and I panted, desperate for another release he was offering.

But he chose to pull back.

His touch slipped away despite my muted whimpers of protest.

“I can’t not take you bare, Rose.” The sound of a button popping and zipper sliding rang loud in the heated space. “If you don’t want that, hum twice.”

The decision weighed on me for a half a second. I was about to get my period, so the chances of making a baby were slim. I could get on birth control first thing Monday morning.

So really, the idea of being taken was easy.

I kept silent, arching into his touch with a wordless invitation.

“Your body is begging me,” he groaned, sliding his hand up and down my back. “But I want that gag out of your pretty little mouth so I can hear you fucking beg.”

I whimpered as he pushed on the ornament.

He chuckled darkly. “You won’t be quiet, will you?”

I shook my head.

Groaning, he reached between us. The swollen tip of his cock slid against me, inching to my opening. He lifted one of my legs to find better access. I breathed hard. Swallowed once. And then he nudged the crown inside.

My fingers strained against the garland. I wanted to claw at him. To feel every freaking inch of that hard body.

Instead, he snapped his hips and buried himself inside me with one hard thrust.

I cried out as his strangled moan thrummed around us.

“I wish you could see this,” he rasped, sliding back and pushing into me. “Your pussy swallowed me whole.”

My muscles clenched in response.

Gripping my ass, he hauled me off the ground. My legs instinctually wrapped around his back. The moment we were situated, he began to pump slowly. I rolled my hips against him, relishing the way he stretched and filled me. It was perfect.

“I’ve got you, beautiful,” he rumbled, flexing his hips to change the angle. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

Hard! I silently begged.

He understood.

Pulling out, he thrust into me with a savage snap. I moaned and dropped my head against his shoulder. I drank in his expensive cologne as he fucked me faster. Harder. With enough forced to drive me into the afterlife.

Our heavy breathing wasn’t the only sound ringing in the room. There were the distant crackles and pops of the fire. The jazzy Christmas music was muted in the background. And then there was the noise of our brutal claiming. His balls slapped against me. The obscene notes of my arousal sounded between us. But our heartbeats were loudest of all.

I heard his, and it echoed mine.

His mouth closed over my throat, sucking hard on my pulse. I moaned repeatedly as his lips and teeth marked my skin.

The rhythm intensified. My clit rubbed against his body, and mine tightened in response. Each throb of my muscles squeezed him tighter. I felt him swell inside me.

That was all it took.

Knowing he was bare. Feeling every velvety hard inch of him driving into me.