Christmas From Hell (15 page)

When he shifted behind her, she decided that she didn’t give a damn what the reason for that large hard thing poking her in the ass was, she was getting the hell out of there! Taking a deep breath, she threw the large pile of blankets off her and-

“
Oh, God
,” she choked out when she felt his lips press against her nape as his hand covered her breast and squeezed.

“
Oh, God
,” he groaned as his large hand spread around her breast for a better hold and gave it a gentle squeeze as he kissed the back of her nape, sounding like it was the most pleasurable thing that he’d ever done in his life while she laid there, stunned and having no idea what to do, how she should respond, or more importantly, why was he touching her like this?

She should tell him to stop, she realized as he used his hold on her breast that seemed quite happy with the attention that it was finally getting, and rolled her onto her back. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth to no doubt say something incredibly stupid or embarrassing when Duncan, the man of her dreams, leaned in and covered her mouth with his.

Shocked, her hands immediately shot to his shoulders. Her hold tightened on his shoulders, ready to push him off and kick him in the balls the way her grandfather had showed her when he did something that no other man that had kissed her had been able to do.

He made her sigh.

Smiling against her lips, because apparently he liked that sound, he turned his head and continued to tease and nip at her lips as his hand gave her breast one last squeeze before-

“
You feel
so fucking good
,” he moaned, sounding just as surprised as she felt as he yanked her shirt up, almost desperately, snuck his hand up and took her bare breast into his surprisingly gentle hand and took her breath away.

Having absolutely no idea what she should do, she laid there as he kissed and caressed her body. When she felt the tip of his tongue trace her bottom lip, she tentatively opened her mouth and felt her body melt into him.

When his tongue slid inside her mouth and he groaned, she moaned with excitement. When she found the strength to run her tongue nervously against his, he rewarded her with a pained groan and squeezed her breast firmly, running the bottom of his thumb slowly around her nipple, making it harden with every pass and her breaths quicken.

She didn’t know how long they laid there kissing or how long it was before Duncan couldn’t take it anymore and reached down and slid his hand beneath the loose waist of her sweatpants and touched her.

“
Oh, God,” she said, unable to think of anything else to say, not when he was tracing her slit with his fingertips, seeming to really enjoy the way he made her wet and if she couldn’t tell by the way his fingers trembled and he moaned, then his words definitely did.

“
You’re so fucking wet,”
he growled, continuing to slide his fingers between her lips as his kiss became more aggressive, hotter, possessive and all she could do was hold onto him as he shoved her pants and panties down. “I can’t fucking wait to feel you wrapped around my cock,” he said against her lips as pushed her onto her side, curled up behind her, grinding himself against her ass as he moved his attention to her neck.

“
I want to lick your pussy before I fuck you, but I don’t think that I can wait that long,” he said, sounding out of breath as gave her breast another squeeze. “I bet you taste fucking amazing,” he whispered in her ear as she struggled to catch her breath.

This was happening really fast.

It was like nothing she’d ever imagined, she realized as Duncan reached down, hooked her leg over his arm and used his hold on her to pull her back. “I want to use every toy in that drawer, fuck you in every position in that book and find out just how talented your beautiful lips would feel around my cock, but I can’t fucking wait any longer,” he snarled, and oh, God was that a turn on.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips, moaning and whimpering as he rubbed the head of his cock against her slit. It felt so good, so incredible and she didn’t want it to stop. God, she never wanted him to stop, she realized as she turned her head, reached up, gripped his hair and yanked him back down for a kiss.

He groaned approvingly against her lips as he thrust his hips faster between her legs, hitting her clit with every other rock of his hips and before she realized what was happening, she was screaming his name and pushing back against him, greedy for every little thrust as an orgasm tore through her.

She was still screaming seconds later as he continued to rub his cock against her, so close to a second orgasm, desperate for it so that when he rolled her over onto her stomach, grabbed her hips and yanked her up unitl she was on all fours, she really didn’t care because he was still rubbing that large tip of his cock against her and she was close, so unbelievably close to a second orgasm that she-

“
Oh, God!” she screamed in pleasured pain as she suddenly found herself impaled on that large cock that she’d been enjoying so much. When he pulled out and plunged back inside her, she realized something very important.

Her grandfather had lied to her the same way he’d lied to her whenever she had to get a shot. It wasn’t a quick pinch that was over in seconds, but an agonizing pain that threatened to tear her in two as he tightened his hold on her hips, held her still and ground his cock inside her.

She was definitely putting her grandfather on a bland diet after this, she decided, biting back a scream as Duncan continued to fuck her harder and harder with each thrust. Definitely, a bland diet…

Chapter 16

Monday, December 7
^th
.

“
Oh, fuck no,” he said, panting hard as he held onto the trembling woman in his arms, who was desperately trying not to cry even as he licked his lips, trying to hold back another moan as the last trace of the most powerful orgasm that he’d ever had ran up his cock, into his satisfied balls and finally into his spine, giving him another hit of pleasure.

She’d felt so fucking good, had been so responsive, so wet, so unbelievably tight and worst of all, a fucking virgin.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to focus on anything besides the fact that he was still inside her and that she felt so fucking good, so fucking tight that he wanted to-

The little grunt of relief he heard when he pulled out had him smiling despite how pissed off he was at the moment. He should never have touched her. He definitely should never have kissed her and he sure as hell shouldn’t have fucked her, but after he’d seen that book and that drawer, he hadn’t been able to think about anything else.

It had been a huge mistake to come back here, he realized as Necie slowly rolled over to face him. He prepared himself for the tears, the screams, sobs and about a million other things that he deserved for what he’d just done to her, but what he hadn’t been prepared for was her beautiful eyes searching his, looking for answers that he didn’t have. He opened his mouth to ask her if she was okay and to tell her that he was sorry, but instead he found his gaze locked with hers as he shifted over her and settled between her legs.

He leaned down and brushed his lips teasingly against hers, groaning in pleasure when the small action rushed blood to his satisfied cock, hardening it by the time that it came to rest against her slit. He told himself to stop, to get off her and back the fuck up before he made it worse, but she took the decision out of his hands when she reached up and gently cupped his face in her delicate hands and pulled his face down so that she could return the kiss.

Once her lips brushed against his, he was lost.

Absolutely fucking lost.

He grabbed fistfuls of the sheet, trying to gain some semblance of control, but the sweet little moans that she was making against his lips had him quickly forgetting that he was making another serious mistake. He groaned when she tentatively suckled his tongue, making him want her more than any other woman before her.

He tried to do the right thing. He tried to stop kissing her, tried to calm his breathing, tried to think straight, but nothing worked. So, he tried to pull away from her, but she put a stop to any half-assed attempts he made to do the right thing by wrapping her legs around his waist and loosely locking her feet over his ass, snapping his control within a split second and making it humanly impossible to do anything but pull his hips back, aim himself towards her core and slowly push back inside.

“
Fuck
,” he gasped, realizing just how wet she still was.

She gave a little whimper that him stopping immediately, but when she ran her fingers through his hair and tenderly whispered, “Shhh, it’s okay,” as she brushed her lips against his bottom one, he knew there was no turning back.

This time though, he was going to make sure that he did this right for her. Releasing his hold on the tangled sheet, he carefully wrapped his arms around her as he slowly entered her, savoring her tight sheath while he struggled not to lose control.

God, how he wanted to fuck her.

As he looked down into her beautiful grey eyes as he slowly sank inside her, he told himself that this was only sex. He’d fucked up assuming that she was experienced and open to a night of casual sex to stay warm and pass the time, but he’d been so fucking wrong, he realized as he licked his lips. She felt so fucking fantastic, he thought as he slid inside her, savoring the way that her velvety walls tightened around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper until he thought he’d lose his fucking mind.

“
Duncan,” she whispered his name reverently as she leaned up and kissed him. “Oh, God, Duncan,” she moaned against his lips as he slowly pulled back and slid back inside, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of them as he lost himself in the sensation of sliding inside of-

“
Oh, God, Duncan,” she moaned and whimpered, sounding close to the edge and bringing him there faster than he would have liked when she added, “I love you.”

He wished that he’d been able to say something reassuring to her, had given her a smile, brushed his lips against hers, pressed a kiss to her forehead, but he didn’t do any of that.

Instead, he opened his mouth and let the first thing that came to mind out. “Please tell me that you’re fucking kidding me.”

*-*-*-*

“
Oh, my fucking God,” he said, dropping his head into his hands as he sat on the edge of the bed as she sat there, hugging her knees to her chest and biting her lip as she sat there, humiliated and pretending that he hadn’t just broken her heart.

Asshole, she thought bitterly as she reached up and wiped away another tear, wishing that there was somewhere that she could go and hide and pretend that this never happened. What she wouldn’t give to make the last three hours disappear.

“
Just leave,” she whispered around a soft sob, praying that this time he listened to her and just left her alone so that she could cry in peace.

“
I’m sorry,” he said, starting to sound like a broken record now and making it worse every time he said it.

He was sorry and that was supposed to make everything better.

He was sorry that he’d ever come here.

He was sorry that he ever touched her.

He was really sorry that he’d kissed her.

And she was sorry that she’d just given him her virginity, but most importantly, she was sorry that during the most vulnerable moment of her life, she allowed herself to believe that he finally saw her as something more than an annoyance.

That he finally saw her as a desirable woman that he wanted for himself, but how foolish she had been. He hadn’t wanted her at all. He’d just wanted to get off and she’d just wanted to be alone, but he refused to leave.

“
I’m so fucking sorry, Necie,” he said, sounding absolutely miserable and just adding to her pain.