Chapter 30
Silas
My arms tightened around her waist, lifting her from the ground with ease. A little gasp escaped her, but I swallowed it down, mouth never leaving hers.
Never willing to leave.
I stumbled over to the little nest we’d built together over the last week.
The mattress on the floor, piled high with blankets and flannels, half-drank coffee and cocoa gone cold on the tables beside it.
Her books, my pages, the entire solace that we’d both come looking for, narrowed down to one single place.
Lowering down to my knees, I laid her out before me. Lips swollen, eyes hooded, and chest heaving — I wasn’t sure I had ever seen something as alluring as Colette Baxter.
Or ever would again.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me down as I hovered over her, the soft glow of string lights casting shadows across her skin.
The lingerie clung to her curves like a forbidden gift, red ribbons crisscrossing her chest, barely containing the swell of her breasts.
I traced the edge of the bow with my thumb, feeling her shiver beneath me.
“Unwrap me,” she whispered, voice husky, her legs parting slightly under the weight of my body. The air smelled of pine and vanilla from the candle flickering nearby, mixing with the faint sweetness of her arousal.
I didn't need more invitation. My hands slid up her thighs, pushing the flimsy fabric aside to get a good look at the ruffled bloomers that matched the top.
She arched her back, pressing her hips against mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from her core.
Leaning in, I nipped at the ribbon, teeth grazing her skin as I tugged it loose with my mouth.
The ties gave way slowly, revealing inch by inch of her flushed flesh.
Her nipples hardened in the cool air, pink and begging for attention.
I captured one between my lips, sucking firmly, tongue swirling around the peak while my hand cupped the other breast, kneading it roughly.
Colette moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders, urging me on.
“More,” she breathed, her body writhing against the blankets.
I trailed kisses down her stomach, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and yanking it down her legs in one swift motion.
She was bare before me now, pussy glistening with need, lips swollen and inviting.
I spread her thighs wider, settling between them, my breath hot against her inner skin.
“Look at you,” I murmured, eyes locked on hers as I leaned closer.
My tongue flicked out, tasting her for the second time — salty-sweet, addictive.
She bucked against my mouth, a whimper escaping as I licked along her slit, circling her clit with deliberate strokes.
Her hands fisted the flannel beneath her, body trembling as I sucked her clit between my lips, fingers pressing into her thighs to hold her steady.
The room felt smaller, warmer, everything fading except the sounds of her gasps and the wet slide of my tongue delving deeper.
I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that made her cry out, pumping slowly at first, then faster as her walls clenched around me.
Colette's hips rolled, chasing the rhythm, her breaths coming in short, desperate pants.
"Fuck, yes... don't stop," she gasped, one hand reaching down to guide me, fingers threading through my hair again. I added a third finger, stretching her, my mouth never relenting on her clit — sucking, licking, teasing until her thighs quivered around my head.
She was close, I could feel it in the way her body tensed, the flood of wetness coating my hand. I thrust my fingers harder, tongue pressing flat against her, and she shattered — crying my name as her orgasm ripped through her, pussy pulsing, back arching off the mattress.
I didn't let up until she was boneless, panting, pulling me up for a kiss that tasted of her own release. Her hands roamed my back, tugging at my shirt, eager to even the score. “Your turn,” she said with a wicked smile, eyes dark with promise.
I kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue, my cock straining against my boxers, aching for release.
At fifty-one, I'd had my share of women, but none like Colette — twenty-eight, fresh-faced, and so fucking eager it made my blood run hot.
Her small hands scraped my chest as she explored the salt-and-pepper hair there.
“God, look at you,” she murmured, eyes wide as she traced the lines of my muscles, hardened from years of manual labor — distractions from my failing career. I smirked, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head with one hand, my other sliding down to shove down my boxers.
“You have no idea, baby,” I growled, voice rough with need. “I’ve been dreaming about burying my cock in this tight pussy since the day you showed up at my cabin. Gonna fuck you so good you'll forget every boy who came before me.”
She bit her lip, thighs rubbing together as I kicked my boxers aside.
My cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum.
Colette's gaze dropped to it, her breath hitching. “You’re... big,” she whispered, a mix of awe and nervousness in her eyes.
First time or not, she wanted it — I could see it in the way her pussy still glistened from her orgasm, ready for more.
I released her hands, guiding one to wrap around my shaft. Her fingers barely met, stroking tentatively at first, then with more confidence as I groaned. “That's it, stroke my cock. Feel how hard you make me? This is all for you, menace.”
She pumped me faster, thumb circling the tip, smearing the slickness. I leaned down, sucking her lower lip between my teeth. “You ready for me to claim this cunt? Been waiting to stretch you out, make you mine on this Christmas Eve.”
Colette nodded, pulling me closer, her legs wrapping around my waist. “Yes, please... I need you inside me.”
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging her wet folds.
She was soaked, but tight—her body tensing as I pushed in slowly, inch by inch.
“Fuck, you're tight,” I grunted, watching her face for any sign of pain. “Breathe, baby. I’ll go slow. Let me in. Gonna fill you up so deep.”
She gasped, nails digging into my back as I sank deeper, her walls clenching around me like a vice.
Halfway in, I paused, kissing her neck, whispering filthy praises.
“Such a good girl, taking my cock. Look at you, sucking me in.
You were made for this, weren't you? For an old man like me to ruin you.”
With a final thrust, I bottomed out, balls pressed against her ass. We both moaned, the sensation overwhelming — her heat enveloping me completely for the first time. I held still, letting her adjust, my hand slipping between us to rub her clit in slow circles.
“Move,” she hissed, hips bucking up. “Fuck me.”
I didn't need telling twice. Pulling back almost all the way out, I slammed back in, setting a steady rhythm.
The blankets shifted beneath us, the nest creaking as I pounded into her, skin slapping against skin.
“Like that?” I rasped, one hand gripping her hip, the other tweaking her nipple.
“My cock stretching your little pussy? Gonna make you come around me, scream for more.”
Colette's cries filled the room, her body arching to meet each thrust. “Oh god, it's so good... harder!” Her legs tightened around me, heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper.
I obliged, fucking her relentlessly, the age gap only fueling the fire — me, experienced and dominant, her, innocent and yielding.
Sweat slicked our bodies, the string lights twinkling like stars as I drove into her core.
“That's my girl. Take every inch. You’re gripping me so fucking tight — milking my cock like it never wants me to leave.”
She shattered again, walls fluttering around me, her orgasm pulling me right to the edge. I thrust through it, grunting as I chased my own release. “Where do you want it, baby? Inside? Gonna fill this cunt with my cum, mark you as mine.”
“Inside,” she panted, clinging to me. “Please come inside me; I’m on the pill. I need it.”
With a roar, I buried myself deep, spilling hot ropes of cum into her, pulsing as her pussy took every drop. We collapsed together, breathless, my cock still twitching inside her. I kissed her forehead, murmuring, “First of many, sweetheart. Merry fucking Christmas.”
But even as we caught our breath, her hand trailed down my chest, eyes sparkling with mischief. She wasn't done yet — and neither was I.
Colette's fingers danced lower, brushing the base of my softening cock still nestled inside her, slick with our mixed release.
Her eyes locked on mine, that post-orgasm glow mixing with a wicked spark.
“More,” she whispered, voice husky, her hips shifting just enough to make me twitch back to life.
She was insatiable, her body already craving me again.
I grinned, dark and predatory, pulling out with a wet pop that made her whimper.
Cum leaked from her swollen pussy, dripping onto the rumpled blankets.
“Oh, you want round two, little menace?” I rasped, flipping her onto her stomach in one swift move, my hand fisting her pink hair and yanking her head back.
She gasped, arching her back, ass lifting instinctively.
“Gonna make it hurt so good this time. You think you can handle my rough side?”
“Yes,” she moaned, pushing back against me, her thighs parting wider.
I slapped her ass hard, the crack echoing in the dim room, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin.
She yelped, but it turned into a needy whine, her pussy clenching visibly.
“Fuck, that's for teasing me all night in that lingerie.
Now you're gonna beg for my cock like the greedy girl you are.”
“All night?” She bit back with a laugh. “You barely lasted five minutes.”
“Careful,” I spanked her again, harder, alternating cheeks until her ass glowed pink, each strike making her squirm and drip more.
My free hand reached under, pinching her clit roughly, rolling it between my fingers.
“Look at you, soaking the sheets. This pussy's addicted already.
Bet you've fantasized about an old man like me wrecking you, haven't you?”
“Just you, Silas. Just you.” Colette nodded frantically, her face pressed into the pillow, muffling her cries.
“Please... more. I need it rough.” Her confession fueled me — I released her hair, grabbing a nearby silk piece of fabric from the pile of discarded clothes, the one that had tied her lingerie.
Wrapping it around her neck, I tied it in a sloppy bow, tight enough to bite but not bruise.
“Tied up like the present you are. Now you're mine to use. Again.”
Positioning her on all fours, I knelt behind her, my cock fully hard again, throbbing at the sight of her vulnerable in front of me.
I gripped her hips, nails digging in, and thrust forward without warning, slamming balls-deep into her cum-slicked heat.
She screamed, the sound raw and ecstatic, her walls fluttering around my invasion.
“Fuck, you take me so well, Colette. I’m not going to be gentle. No mercy this time.”
I pounded into her relentlessly, the angle letting me hit deeper, my hips bruising her ass with every brutal snap.
The mattress shifted under us, books tumbling off the edge as I set a punishing pace.
One hand snaked up her back, wrapping around the bow, tugging just enough to make her gasp for air, her pulse racing under my palm.
“Choke on that dick, baby. Feel me owning every inch of you.”
She bucked back, meeting my thrusts, “Harder... choke me tighter,” she begged, voice strained, tears of pleasure pricking her eyes.
I obliged, tightening my grip while my other hand fisted her hair again, pulling her head back to arch her spine.
The string lights cast flickering shadows over her sweat-drenched body, highlighting the marks I'd left — red welts on her ass, fingerprints on her hips.
“You were made for me, Colette,” I growled, releasing her throat to slap her ass once more, the sting making her clench around me. “Gonna fill this cunt again, but first, you're gonna squirt for me. Rub that clit — make yourself cum on my cock like the good girl you are.”
Her hand snaked between her legs, her fingers frantically circling her swollen nub as I railed her.
Colette's moans turned to sobs of ecstasy, her body trembling violently. I wrapped the ribbon around my wrist, pulling her back flush against my chest. With my free hand, I grabbed a handful of her breasts, kneading mercilessly as she touched herself.
My thumb found her nipple right as she moaned.
“I'm... gonna... oh, fuck!” She shattered, her pussy gushing around me, squirting hot fluid that soaked my balls and the blankets below.
The sensation pushed me over, but I held back, pulling out abruptly and flipping her onto her back.
Her legs splayed wide, chest heaving, eyes glazed with lust.
“Open your mouth,” I commanded, straddling her chest, stroking my slick cock furiously. She obeyed, tongue out, and I fed it to her — thrusting shallowly into her warm mouth while pinching her nipples hard, twisting until she whimpered around me. “Suck my cock clean. Taste us mixed together.”
She hollowed her cheeks, bobbing as best she could from below, her free hand cupping my balls, squeezing gently.
It was too much — I pulled back, aiming at her face and tits, erupting with a guttural groan.
Thick spurts painted her lips, cheeks, and breasts, marking her thoroughly.
She licked what she could reach, smiling up at me with cum-glazed satisfaction.
I collapsed beside her, untying the scarf fully, pulling her into my arms. Her body quivered with aftershocks, but she nuzzled my neck, whispering, “That was... incredible. Don't stop now.”
The night was young, and with her like this, I had no intention of a silent night.