Free Kink the Halls: A Christmas Novella by Dawn Robertson

wait. She’s mine now, and I am not going to bother myself with fucking sleeping alone because I’m worried about what she may think. When did I turn into such a fucking vagina?
    I quietly climb the stairs two at a time until I am standing in front of her door. I try the knob, but it’s locked. I guess after the show last night she remembered the door actually does, in fact, lock. I knock a couple times, and I can hear the bed shift.
    “Paisley,” I loudly whisper. Then I hear her bare feet making their way across the hardwood flooring. The knob unlocks and turns. I feel like the breath has been knocked out of me. She is gorgeous, even more so with her sleepy rumpled blonde bedhead. The short red Mrs. Claus type nightgown hangs to her knees, and she rubs her eyes. I want to be gentle. I honestly do. But, I can't.
    I push my way through the door, passing her and pacing a couple times across the floor. All while her beautiful baby blues follow me. She doesn't say a word, she just watches, taking in every simple movement I make. My hands fly through my hair repeatedly. The black spikes stand on end, and heat washes over me. I need to touch her. I need to take her. I can't fucking hold back.
    I roughly grab her by the hips and thrust her back against the bedroom wall. She watches me with lust filled eyes, while I pull at my jeans. My mouth finds hers, every action full of need, not want. She kisses me back as if her life depends on it; this only encourages my inexcusable actions. My tongue invades her mouth, and she welcomes it. Her warm mouth tastes like mouthwash, mixed with sugar, late night Christmas cookies and I swear it is the best fucking thing I have ever tasted.
    Paisley's tongue massages mine, and I lose it. I pull my dick from my pants, and spin her around. I lift her arms above her head, holding them with my free hand as my jeans fall to the floor. The thud of my belt buckle carries through the room, and I hike her nightgown up just enough to catch the view of her perfectly round ass.
    No fucking panties. She is trying to kill me. Without thought, I slap her ass. The crack sings through the silent night air and it’s fucking music to my ears. I need no more encouragement as I slam my rock hard cock into her from behind. She gasps with surprise and I continue to pump into her. Her moans get louder as I get rougher. I can't get deep enough inside her, it just isn't physically possible. I need more. I want more. Fuck!
    Her cunt tightens around my throbbing cock, and I feel her start to ride the wave of her orgasm. As she moans my name, her pussy locks like a vice grip and I can't fucking take it anymore. I push into her one last time and hold still. Releasing my seed deep inside of her slick cunt. Spurt by spurt it floods into her, and I remain frozen in place. My hand releases her wrists, and both arms wrap tightly around her body. I place a kiss on the back of her neck, while I burrow my nose into her hair, inhaling deeply and enjoying her sweet scent.
    “Fuck, I'm sorry,” I breathe out against the hot skin of her neck. I shouldn't have been so fucking rough. I hate that I can't control myself around her. I hate that I know my own behavior is going to scare her away. I pull out of her, and start to back away when her hand grabs mine, and pulls me close to her. I rest my forehead against hers, and she places the sweetest most intimate kiss against my lips, and repeats the same on both of my cheeks. The act is, by far, one of the most personal moments I’ve ever shared with a woman, and I surprisingly like it. Everything about Paisley, I fucking adore.
    “It's okay, River. I love every moment I share with you,” she whispers into my ear, and I’m pretty sure I’m a fucking goner. I just hope she can accept me. All of me. All the fucked up pieces, the damage my parents caused, the resentment I live with every day when it comes to Chrome. I may hide myself well, but I am not the sweet, good guy everyone seems