63. Michael
MICHAEL
I snap my hips forward, slamming my full length deep into Alice’s sweet pussy.
I thrust again and again.
The plates rattle. Coffee sloshes out of the mugs onto the table. And I keep going.
I can’t stop.
This is my woman.
My woman, who just climbed onto my lap.
My woman, who let me lick chocolate off her tits.
My woman, who sucked on my fingers as if they were my cock.
My woman, who just came all over my fucking lap.
And I need to claim her.
I need to mark her.
I need every inch of her to understand that she’s mine.
Alice reaches for me, and I lower myself over her.
I don’t stop moving.
Don’t stop sliding in and out of her heat.
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls my ear to her mouth.
“I’ve been so bad,” she whimpers.
My balls tighten.
“Teach me a lesson and fill me full,” she pleads.
I slam my hips forward one last time, then I do exactly as she said, and I fill her to the brim with my Christmas cream.