Chapter 7

seven

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Anastasia

I grab Ryan's hand, pulling him into the department store. We’re shopping for gifts for all the kids, and it couldn’t be any more natural.

He holds my hand and periodically places a protective palm against the small of my back when we pass by other men. I even catch him glaring at those of them whose gazes linger too long, and maybe I should be offended by his possessiveness, but I’m not.

I love it.

“You know, I had an idea,” Ryan suddenly says.

I look up at him.

“What’s Santa without his helper help?” he says with a raised eyebrow as his gaze rakes over me and then to the racks of holiday attire.

I laugh as he grabs my hand and leads me over to the holiday outfits. My heart races as Ryan's fingers brush my lower back. The heat of his touch sears through my sweater.

"Let's try this one," he murmurs as he grabs a sexy elf costume from the rack. Our eyes lock as he takes it, electricity crackling between us.

He hands me the outfit. “Why don’t you try it on for me?”

I bite my lip and blush at the suggestive look in his eyes.

He follows me to the dressing room and waits outside as I put on the costume.

I suddenly feel nervous at how revealing the costume is. My tits are pushed up on display and the form-fitting top shows off all my curves. The skirt barely covers my full ass, but I take a deep breath and open the door.

Ryan’s eyes about bug out of his head, and I blush with satisfaction as I see the prominent bulge that instantly rises in his pants.

“Jesus, Anastasia,” he croaks, and then quick as a wink, he pushes me back into the dressing room and slips inside with me.

"Ryan!" I gasp as he presses me against the wall. His lips crash into mine, hungry and insistent. I melt into him, returning the kiss with equal fervor.

His hands roam my curves as I run my fingers through his tousled hair. Our breaths come in ragged pants.

"We shouldn't..." I whisper halfheartedly.

"Do you want me to stop?" Ryan asks, voice husky.

"God, no," I groan, pulling him closer.

We lose ourselves in a frenzy of heated kisses and roaming hands, the tiny dressing room amplifying our passion.

“Can you be quiet, baby?” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear as his lips slide down to kiss my neck.

I nod and stifle a moan.

“Good girl,” he praises me.

Ryan's finger hooks the neckline of the skimpy costume, pulling it down to expose one of my breasts. The cool air makes my nipple pucker instantly. He groans approvingly before taking it into his hot mouth. I arch into him, biting my lip to keep from crying out.

His free hand snakes under the short skirt, squeezing my ass. A finger slips under my panties, teasing my slick entrance. I whimper and grind against him, desperate for more.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me already," he growls. In one smooth motion, he yanks my panties down. They fall to my ankles.

Ryan drops to his knees. He nuzzles his face between my thick thighs, inhaling deeply. "I've been craving this sweet pussy all day."

Then his mouth is on me, licking and sucking, coaxing gasps from my lips that I try to muffle with my hand. My other hand fists in his hair, pressing him closer. His stubble scrapes deliciously against my sensitive skin. Pleasure coils tight in my core as his wicked tongue drives me to the brink.

Just as I'm about to explode, he pulls back. I whine at the loss of contact but it turns into a gasp as he stands and spins me to face the mirror. My ass presses against the hard ridge of his erection.

Our eyes meet in the reflection, pupils blown with lust. He kicks my feet further apart and hitches my skirt up around my waist. I watch, panting, as he unzips his fly and frees his thick cock.

"Watch," he commands darkly. "Look at how good you look impaled on my cock, baby."

I moan wantonly as he notches his blunt head at my entrance. With one powerful thrust, he sheaths himself to the hilt. I scream into my palm at the sudden fullness stretching me. He sets a relentless pace, pounding into my dripping cunt.

The dressing room fills with the obscene slapping of flesh and our harsh breaths. I'm lost to the intensity of his possession, reduced to breathy whines as he takes what's his.

"Come on my cock," he snarls in my ear, pinching my clit. "Let me feel this greedy cunt milk me."

His filthy words send me hurtling over the edge. My pussy spasms around him as I come undone. He follows me with a deep groan, coating my fluttering walls with his hot seed.

We slump against the mirror, chests heaving. Ryan peppers kisses along my neck as we bask in the afterglow, still joined.

Eventually we emerge, flushed and disheveled. As we pay for the elf costume, Ryan's hand lingers on my waist.

After our thrilling tryst in the dressing room, we finish our shopping in a hormonal haze until Ryan’s arms are laden with bags.

"Come back to my cabin," he murmurs in my ear.

Anticipation coils in my belly as I nod.

At his secluded cabin, a fire crackles invitingly. Ryan pulls me onto the plush rug, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I thread my fingers through his hair as he trails kisses down my neck.

Our kisses grow more urgent, hands exploring with newfound intimacy. The firelight dances across Ryan's chiseled features as he gazes at me with unmistakable desire.

I've never felt so alive, so wanted. As passion consumes us, I know nothing will ever be the same.

This man has changed me, and I want nothing but him.

Ryan's strong hands grip my hips, effortlessly lifting me onto his lap. My curves mold against his hard body as our lips reconnect, hungry and desperate. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting of cinnamon and desire.

"Anastasia," he growls, voice rough with need. "You're driving me wild. I can’t think of anything but you, beautiful. Need you twenty-four hours a fucking day."

I whimper, grinding against him. "I want you, Ryan. So much."

His fingers trail fire along my skin as he slowly unbuttons my sweater. Each newly exposed inch makes me shiver with anticipation.

"You're breathtaking," he murmurs, blue eyes dark with lust.

The heat from the fireplace caresses my bare skin, but it's nothing compared to the inferno building between us. I arch into his touch, thoughts hazy with pleasure.

His lips blaze a trail down my neck as the last button comes undone. I moan, lost in sensation.

Ryan slowly peels my sweater off my shoulders, exposing my heaving breasts encased in black lace. His hungry gaze sears into me, igniting every nerve ending.

"Fuck, baby, look at you," he groans. Large hands cup my tits, thumbs brushing over my pebbled nipples through the flimsy fabric. I gasp, arching into his touch.

I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He helps shrug it off and I rake my nails down his sculpted chest, reveling in his sharp intake of breath.

"You're going to be the death of me," Ryan growls before sealing his lips over mine in a bruising kiss. I open for him instantly, our tongues tangling in a sensual dance.

I grind against the thick bulge straining his pants, soaking my panties with my arousal. He groans into my mouth, gripping my ass to press me harder against him.

"I need you," I pant. "Please, Ryan..."

In a flash, he flips me onto my back on the plush rug. The firelight flickers across his chiseled body as he looms over me, eyes smoldering with raw desire. I've never felt so wanted, so consumed.

He makes quick work of my bra, freeing my aching breasts. I cry out when he takes a nipple into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. His hand kneads my other breast, rolling the nipple between clever fingers.

"Ryan, yes!" I moan shamelessly, fisting my hands in his thick hair to hold him to me. He lavishes my tits with attention, sucking and nipping until I'm writhing beneath him.

His lips travel down my quivering stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He nuzzles the soft curve of my belly before hooking his fingers in the waistband of my leggings.

Ryan peels them down my thick thighs along with my drenched panties, spreading my legs wide. I flush under his intensely appreciative stare, juices seeping onto the rug.

"Gorgeous," he rumbles. "My favorite dessert."

Then his face is buried between my thighs and I nearly scream at the first swipe of his tongue through my folds. He groans at the taste of me, lapping eagerly. Sparks shoot up my spine as he focuses on my swollen clit, sucking it into his mouth.

"Oh fuck, don't stop!" I sob, undulating my hips against his face.

He releases my clit to thrust his tongue inside my weeping entrance, fucking me with it. I thrash my head at the exquisite pleasure, seeing stars. He licks and sucks, working me into a frenzy.

Two fingers plunge into my soaked channel, curling to stroke my g-spot as he suckles my clit. The dual sensations make my back bow off the rug, a hoarse scream ripping from my throat.

"That's it, baby. Let me hear you," Ryan rasps against my pussy. "Come all over my tongue."

His filthy encouragement and relentless ministrations send me flying apart. I convulse, thighs clamping around his head as I gush into his eager mouth. He laps up every drop, prolonging my intense orgasm until I collapse, boneless and gasping.

"I’m going to eat this pussy every day," he growls, crawling up my body. His lips claim mine in a searing kiss and I moan at the taste of my essence on his tongue.

"I need you inside me, Ryan. Now," I whimper desperately.

"Fuck yes," he growls.

He stands just long enough to shed his pants and boxer briefs. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his impressive erection bobbing against his chiseled abs, the thick head glistening with precum. I lick my lips hungrily.

Ryan settles back between my splayed thighs, the blunt tip of his cock nudging my entrance. We both groan at the contact, the air crackling with tension.

His darkened blue eyes bore into mine as he notches himself at my opening. "You're mine, Anastasia. This sweet cunt belongs to me."

"Yes, yours! Please..." I mewl, trying to impale myself on his thick shaft.

With a possessive snarl, he snaps his hips and buries himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. I cry out, back arching off the rug at the sudden invasion stretching me. He's huge, splitting me open so deliciously.

Ryan sets a punishing rhythm, sawing in and out of my dripping pussy with deep, pounding strokes. The wet slapping of flesh and our harsh panting fills the room.

"Fuck, you're so tight. Squeezing my cock like a vice," he grunts, angling his hips to go even deeper.

"Ah! Oh god, Ryan!" I keen, seeing stars as he hits that magic spot inside me over and over. My nails rake down his flexing back, surely leaving marks.

He bends to take a nipple into his mouth, biting down just shy of pain. I thrash beneath him, lost to the intensity of his possession.

"You take my cock so good, baby. Fucking made for me," Ryan growls around my breast. He wedges a hand between our sweat-slicked bodies, finding my swollen clit. I nearly convulse when he pinches the sensitive nub.

"I'm so close! Don't stop!" I wail.

"Come for me, Anastasia. Let me feel this perfect pussy milk my cock," Ryan commands, voice rough with strain as he fights his own impending release.

He rolls my clit between his fingers, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with his relentless thrusts. It's too much, the dual sensations hurtling me towards the edge at breakneck speed.

"Ryan!" I scream, my pussy clenching around him like a vise as I detonate. Wave after wave of mind-numbing ecstasy crashes over me, my entire body quaking with the force of my orgasm.

"Fuck yes, just like that," he snarls, pistoning his hips furiously to work me through the aftershocks. The obscene sound of my cream squelching around his driving cock only heightens my pleasure.

With a guttural groan, Ryan buries himself to the hilt one last time before pulsing deep inside me, painting my clenching walls with thick ropes of his seed.

"Mine," he growls, sinking his teeth into the junction of my neck and shoulder to mark me as he spills into my still fluttering cunt.

I keen at the pleasurable pain, trembling as he fills me to the brim with his release. We cling to each other, chests heaving, hearts pounding in sync as we float down from our mutual high.

Ryan gentles his grip, peppering tender kisses across my face.

I cup his chiseled jaw, gazing up at him adoringly.

“I’m going to take care of you. You know that, right, baby?” he tells, his voice and eyes serious as he gazes down at me with that smoldering intensity.

My exhausted pussy clenches weakly at his declaration, a whimper escaping my kiss-swollen lips. Ryan chuckles, the sound a sinful rumble against my over-sensitized skin.

Slowly, reluctantly, he withdraws from my well-used sheath. We both hiss at the sensation, already mourning the loss of our connection. Evidence of our coupling trickles out of me, the primal sight making his spent cock twitch against my thigh.

Ryan scoops me up bridal style, carrying me to the plush fur rug in front of the hearth. He lays me down with the utmost care, settling behind me to spoon my curves against his firm body.

I hum contentedly, basking in his warmth and the heat from the crackling fire. His fingertips dance across my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"I could stay here forever, just like this," I murmur dreamily, threading our fingers together over my stomach. "You make me feel

"I could stay here forever, just like this," I murmur dreamily, threading our fingers together over my stomach. "You make me feel so safe and cherished. Like nothing else matters but this moment right here with you."

Ryan nuzzles into my neck, his stubble deliciously abrading my sensitive skin. "You are cherished, Anastasia. And I'll make you feel that way every single day if you let me."

My heart flutters wildly in my chest at his heartfelt declaration. I twist in his arms to face him, our noses nearly touching with our proximity. Vulnerability and raw honesty shine in his striking blue eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere," I whisper, sealing my promise with a tender kiss. "You've completely swept me off my feet, Ryan. I'm all yours."

His answering smile is blinding before he claims my mouth in a searing kiss, passion instantly reigniting between us. Large hands skim down my curves to grip my hips, effortlessly shifting me to straddle his lap without breaking our liplock.

I moan into his mouth when I feel his hardening length pressing insistently against my bare bottom. Slick arousal coats my inner thighs as he grows fully erect, nestled between my cheeks.

"Again?" I tease breathlessly when we part for air, undulating my hips to slide my wet folds along his rigid shaft. We both groan at the delicious friction. "Insatiable man."

"I'll never get enough of this perfect body," Ryan rasps, kneading the globes of my ass. "I plan to spend days on end just like this, worshipping every inch of you until you don't even remember your own name."

Whimpering needily, I reach between us to grasp his thick cock, aligning him with my entrance. The broad head parts my soaked petals, making us both hiss.

Slowly, I sink down onto his impressive length, savoring the stretch as he fills me inch by glorious inch. I relish the burn, taking him so deeply I swear I can feel him in my throat. My walls flutter around his girth, drawing him in further until I'm fully seated in his lap.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," Ryan grits out through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to thrust up into my tight heat. "Like hot silk gripping me so good. Made for my cock."

"Yes, only yours," I agree breathlessly, beginning to rock on him. My hands splay across his chiseled chest for leverage as I find a rhythm, rising and falling on his thick shaft.

“Yes, look at you, you fucking good girl. Riding my cock so good. Take it, baby. Take what you need.”

Ryan’s words encourage me, and I grow bolder, giving myself over to what feels good.

His grip on my hips tightens, guiding my movements as he meets each downward grind with a powerful upward surge, spearing into me so deep I see stars.

"Yes, fuck, just like that!" I keen, head thrown back in ecstasy as I bounce on his cock with wild abandon. My tits jiggle with every thrust, the sight making Ryan growl possessively.

He sits up suddenly, changing the angle so he's hitting that magic spot inside me with every stroke. I cry out sharply, my hands flying to his shoulders to anchor myself as the new position allows him to plunge even deeper.

"That's it, squeeze my cock," he grunts, peppering my neck with biting kisses that are sure to leave marks. "Gonna fill this pussy up again, pump you full of my cum."

I clench around him at his filthy promise, my arousal spiking. "Please, Ryan! I need it, need you to breed me," I wail shamelessly, too far gone to care how wanton I sound.

That drives him crazy. He lets out a feral grown and wraps his arms around me, fucking into me harder, faster.

"Fuck yes, gonna knock you up with my baby," Ryan snarls, his own control slipping. He snaps his hips up brutally, the force lifting me clear off his lap only to slam me back down.

Our bodies move together in a carnal dance, the wet sounds of our coupling mixing with skin slapping against skin and our harsh panting. My blood roars in my ears, my entire being focused on the thick shaft splitting me open so exquisitely.

"Ryan, I'm so close!" I gasp, my walls beginning to flutter around him. The telltale tingle starts at the base of my spine, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.

"Me too, baby. Let go, come with me. Come all over my cock," he demands roughly, snaking a hand between us to rub tight circles on my engorged clit.

The added stimulation catapults me over the edge and I detonate with a silent scream, my cunt clamping down on him like a vise as I gush around his pistoning length. Stars burst behind my eyelids, my body convulsing with the intensity of my release.

"Fuck, yes! That’s it, Anastasia!" Ryan roars, slamming into me one last time before erupting, painting my spasming walls with thick ropes of his hot seed. He pulses inside me, prolonging my climax as he fills me to the brim with his potent release.

I collapse against his chest, my body still shuddering through the aftershocks. Ryan holds me close, his heart pounding in tandem with mine as we float down from our mutual high. Boneless and sated, I can't even muster the energy to move, content to stay wrapped up in his strong arms forever.

"I'm never letting you go," he murmurs into my hair, large hands stroking soothingly up and down my back.

That’s the last thing I remember before I drift off into a contented sleep.