Chapter 5

five

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Ryan

Anastasia's cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink at my words. She has no idea how gorgeous she is, inside and out. I want to spend every moment showing her. Worshipping her.

My cock stirs as I imagine peeling off her cozy sweater again, revealing those lush curves that haunt my dreams. Laying her out on the table and feasting on her sweet pussy until she screams my name. Fuck, I'm harder than a rock just thinking about it.

I force myself to focus, aware that she's still talking about her dreams for the community center. Her passion and dedication to this town only make me want her more. This woman was made for me. I just have to make her see it.

My thumb strokes the inside of her wrist, feeling her pulse quicken at my touch. The air thickens with tension, our gazes locked in a heated stare. I'm about to say to hell with it and pull her into my lap when a loud bang shatters the moment.

We both jump, the spell broken. Anastasia hurries to the ancient radiator in the corner, frowning as she inspects it.

"Damn, the heater's on the fritz again. Looks like we'll be decorating in the cold."

I barely hear her, too focused on how her ass looks in those jeans as she bends over. Jesus, I want to palm those round cheeks and grind against her until she feels how hard she makes me.

We continue working, but all the while, the temperature drops, goosebumps rising on Anastasia's skin. She shivers and rubs her arms. I'm at her side in an instant, wrapping her in my embrace.

"Let me keep you warm, sweetheart." My voice is a low rumble, laced with all the dirty things I want to do to her.

She melts into me, her soft curves fitting perfectly against my hard planes. I bury my nose in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent. Fuck, I could hold her like this forever.

But with her lush body pressed to mine, my control is hanging by a thread. If I don't get some distance, I'm going to end up bending her over the nearest surface and claiming her right here.

I pull back reluctantly, my hands aching with emptiness. Anastasia looks up at me from under her lashes, her green eyes dark with an answering hunger. Shit, she feels this too. This overwhelming need to consume each other.

We gravitate back to the tree, ostensibly to finish decorating. But really, I just need something to occupy my hands before I give in to temptation. We work in charged silence, the only sounds our mingled breathing and the rustle of ornaments.

Anastasia reaches up to place a star on a high branch, her tits bobbing with the movement. I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. Fuck, I want to run my tongue along the creamy column of her throat.

Anastasia turns to me and smiles, and that’s when I notice it. A sprig of mistletoe above our heads.

Her eyes follow mine, and then her cheeks flush as she sucks in a shaky breath before looking at me again.

My heart pounds. This is dangerous. I shouldn't let myself fall deeper. But staring down at her flushed face, her lips parted invitingly, I'm powerless to resist.

I cup her face in my hands, my thumbs stroking her soft skin. "Fuck Anastasia," I growl. "I need to kiss you."

Then I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, claiming her with lips and tongue and teeth. She whimpers and winds her arms around my neck, pressing her curves flush against me. I groan into the kiss, my hands roaming her body greedily. I have to touch her. Have to feel her softness yield to me.

I walk us backwards until her ass hits the table. With one swipe of my arm, I send the mugs crashing to the floor, cocoa splattering everywhere. I don't care. All I care about is getting my hands on my girl.

I break the kiss to yank her sweater over her head, revealing those beautiful tits again. "Fuck, baby. You're so perfect. I can’t. I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t wait. I need you, honey. Please…" I’m speaking giberish, begging her. Hell, I’ll get down on my knees and grovel if that’s what she wants. I just need her. Need her like I need air to breath. The need to make her mine once and for all is overwhelming.

"Ryan," she pants, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. "I need you too. Please..."

That's all the permission I need. I strip off her jeans and panties, leaving her bare and open for me. She's already glistening, her pussy weeping with arousal. Seeing my dried cum on her from earlier makes me growl with primal male satisfaction.

Mine .

I drop to my knees, throwing her thighs over my shoulders.

"Hold on tight, sweetheart. I'm going to devour this pretty cunt."

Then I bury my face between her legs, lapping at her like a man starved. She cries out, fisting her hands in my hair as I feast on her, driving my tongue deep. I don't hold back, eating her out with reckless abandon. Sucking her clit.

"Oh god, Ryan! Don't stop!" She grinds against my face, riding my tongue. I love how responsive she is, how completely she gives herself over to pleasure. I could spend hours worshipping this sweet pussy.

But my cock is throbbing painfully, desperate to be inside her. I give her clit one last hard suck and rise to my feet, looking down at her wrecked expression with raw male satisfaction. My girl is a needy mess, and it's all for me.

I free my thick length, stroking it as I rub the swollen head through her soaked folds. "Tell me you want this, Anastasia. Tell me you need my cock splitting you open."

"Yes," she sobs, trying to impale herself on my shaft. "I want it. Want you so deep in my virgin pussy.”

“Fucking hell, baby, you keep talking like that you’re going to make me bust before I ever get inside this sweet thing.”

Anastasia whines needily, spreading her legs wider in blatant invitation. "Please Ryan, I need you inside me."

Her words unleash the beast within me. With a guttural growl, I notch the broad head of my cock at her entrance and surge forward, impaling her virgin depths in one fierce thrust.

"Fuck!" I roar as her tight walls grip me like a vice. She's so tight, so fucking tight around my thick girth. I have to grit my teeth against the urge to blow my load that very second.

Anastasia cries out, her spine arching off the table as I bottom out inside her, stretching her impossibly full. "Oh god, you're so big! I feel you everywhere!"

"That's it, take my cock sweetheart. Fuck, you're squeezing me so good." I start to move, drawing back slowly before slamming home again, over and over. Claiming her untouched body with deep, pounding strokes.

She keens, nails raking my back as she clings to me. I set a punishing pace, the table creaking beneath us with every powerful drive of my hips. My balls slap against her ass as I rut into her wildly, lost to the primal need to make her mine.

"You're mine, Anastasia," I growl against her throat, my teeth grazing her fluttering pulse. "This sweet cunt belongs to me now. I'm going to fuck you full of my cum. Breed this virgin pussy and make you swell with my child."

She gasped, shocked at my words, but I’m too far gone. Too in over my head over her.

Her pussy clamps down onto me, and it sends me into a frenzy. I hammer into her brutally, the lewd squelch of her dripping pussy filling the room. She thrashes beneath me, incoherent with pleasure as I use her body for my own gratification.

"Gonna come," I pant harshly. "Gonna pump this ripe little cunt so full of seed. Fuck, FUCK!"

My hips piston frantically, driving into her as deep as I can go. Anastasia screams, convulsing violently as her pussy clamps down on my pistoning cock like a silken fist as he comes on my cock. Swear to god, it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

With a roar, I explode inside her, my cock spasming as I shoot thick ropes of cum directly against her cervix. I grind against her, shuddering and grunting as I empty my balls in her fluttering depths, marking her from the inside out.

I collapse on top of her, both of us gasping for breath. My softening cock slips free in a gush of our combined fluids. Anastasia whimpers at the loss but I shush her gently, gathering her limp body into my arms.

I hold Anastasia close as we both come down from the intense high, our breathing gradually slowing. Her cheek rests against my chest, her body molded perfectly to mine like we were made for each other. And in this moment, with the scent of our lovemaking heavy in the air, I know that we were.

This girl, with her compassionate heart and zest for life, has completely bewitched me, body and soul. I've known her mere hours but already I can't imagine my world without her. It should scare the hell out of me, but instead, a sense of rightness settles deep in my bones.

I stroke her back soothingly, pressing a kiss to her tousled auburn hair. "You okay, sweetheart?"

She tilts her head back to look at me, her green eyes soft and sated, a shy smile playing about her kiss-swollen lips. "More than okay. That was...incredible."

Pride surges through me, along with a possessiveness so fierce it steals my breath. I did that. I wrecked her for any other man.

"Good. Because this was just the beginning. Now that I've had a taste, I'm going to be addicted to this sweet pussy." I punctuate my words with a sensual caress of her still quivering sex, making her shiver and burrow closer.

"Ryan..." she breathes, and fuck if hearing my name on her lips isn't the hottest thing ever.

I could bask in the afterglow with her forever, but reality starts to encroach, the chill in the room registering now that the heat of our passion has cooled. Anastasia cuddles into me, no doubt seeking warmth, and protective instincts rise up inside me. My girl is cold. Unacceptable.

I ease her back onto the table and grab my discarded shirt, draping it around her shoulders. It swamps her curves adorably. More importantly, it will keep her warm while smelling like me. My cock stirs at the sight of her wrapped in my clothes, broadcasting to the world that she's mine.

I quickly pull on my jeans and then scoop her up in my arms, carrying her over to the worn couch in the corner. I sit down with her cradled in my lap, grabbing a fluffy throw blanket to tuck around us. Much better.

Anastasia snuggles into my chest with a contented sigh that makes my heart swell in my chest. I wrap my arms around her tightly, marveling at how perfectly she fits against me, like a missing puzzle piece slotting into place.

We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, simply savoring the connection flowing between us. But as much as I want to stay cocooned with her forever, shutting out the rest of the world, I know we need to talk. I have to come clean about who I really am.

I clear my throat, but then she looks up at me with those breathtaking eyes of hers, and my words stick in my throat.

I can’t ruin this perfect moment.

I’ll tell her soon.

I promise.