Free Christmas and Forever by Delilah Hunt Page B

and briefs past his hips. He had already told her he wouldn’t allow her to see his leg. There was something primitive, dark about having Liya deliciously naked on his bed while he remained almost fully clothed, with nothing but his cock thrusting forward, ready to fuck the naked siren lying on his bed. For once, Liya was at his mercy.
    “Do I still meet with your approval?” Aidan fisted the base and squeezed the tip, drawing out droplets of pre-cum. His cock jerked at the feel of her eyes on him.
    She moaned quietly and sank a tooth into her lip. Aidan groaned when she flicked her tongue across the injury. He wanted to taste those lips.
    Standing at the foot of the bed, he drew her legs around his waist. He wanted to see her face the moment he rammed into her wet pussy and tore through her virginity.
    Liya welded her arms about his neck as Aidan lowered his head and locked his lips to hers. Grasping his cock, he slid it up and down between her slickened folds. She was burning him. He wasn’t even an inch inside and she was threatening to scorch him, render him helpless.
    “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his lips against soft tendrils of hair, hovering above her earlobe. Straightening, he flexed his hips and surged forward, tearing through the bundle of tissues. Oh. God. He squeezed his eyes shut. His cock swelled and throbbed with a pulsating feral need. The onslaught of emotions and pleasure held him prisoner. Aidan threw his head back and looked up at the ceiling. Withdrawing, Aidan thrust deep again then repeated the action, driving into Liya without a single thought.
    “Aidan,” she cried. “Not so hard.” The breath lodged in his throat as he gazed at the woman beneath him. Big eyes, sparkling with tears, stared back at him. Summoning his last vestiges of strength, Aidan slowed his pace and swept his lips along her collarbone.
    “I won’t hurt you again.” He gave a tentative thrust. Liya mewled. He thrust again, steadily picking up the pace as her face scrunched and her lips parted. That’s right . He fucked her harder and watched as she rose on her elbows and rolled her hips, drawing him in deeper. Her pussy was tighter than a vise and his cock appreciated it like nothing else.
    Liya dug her fingertips in the linen and clasped her ankles around his ass. She braced forward and clapped her palm to his face, her lips parting to form an o with each thrust. “It feels good now,” she purred.
    He plowed her in frenzy, his hips slamming ferociously into hers. “You like being fucked, sweetheart? Your pussy is stretching for me, Liya.” He jammed a hand beneath her ass and lifted her to take every inch of him. “So soft and willing beneath me. Tell me how much you like having a cock in your cunt.”
    She moaned and clung to him, gyrating her hips in passion. “I love it. I still can’t believe you’re inside me. You don’t know how many nights I thought about you and wondered what it would feel like.”
    Jesus. He was already on the edge and now she was telling him for so many months she had been thinking about his prick pumping into her virgin cunt. Had she also imagined him filling her up with cum? Aidan hung his head and cupped the side her face, holding her gaze. He withdrew completely and pressed his forehead to hers, then rammed his cock into her pussy with every ounce of his strength.
    Her mouth opened and the room echoed with her scream. Six long years he’d gone without feeling a woman’s warmth. He was going to milk this for all its worth. He did it again and again until she was openly sobbing and grinding her hips like a madwoman. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. When his need threatened to reach a fevered pitch, he felt her walls pulsate around him. His cock responded in turn and expanded outside her womb.
    “Look at me,” he ordered, holding himself rigid.
    She met his gaze. Tiny beads of sweat dotted her forehead and the valley between her breasts. Aidan leaned forward and twisted