“R ide me. Milk the cum from me with that tight cunt of yours.” Nick’s words are harsh, guttural. He wraps his hands around my waist, digging his fingertips into my hips. “Use me to get off,” he groans out. “Let me feel you come. Let me feel your pussy walls clench around my dick .”

I lean forward, my breasts pressed to his hairy chest, the feeling incredible. I moan, my pussy contracting along his cock on its own .

“God, do that again, Holly .”

I brace my knees on the chair and rise up, the pleasure making me feel drunk. Placing my hands on his pectoral muscles, I do what he wants, clenching my pussy on him over and over again. The sound of his teeth clashing together is strong. With his hands still on my waist, I feel him dig his blunt nails into me. The sting is there and it mixes with my pleasure .

Nick is breathing hard, his wide chest moving up and down, his restraint clearly slipping .

“I’ll never get enough,” he says, and although this is the first time we’ve been together—most likely the only time we will ever be together—I can’t help but believe him. “I want you to ride me until you’re bouncing on my cock, until we’re both sore tomorrow .”

“Oh. God,” I whisper and start rocking back and forth on him. I push fully up and rest my hands on his pecs, bracing myself. Then I start bouncing on him, up and down, harder and faster .

“Christ. That’s it .”

His voice is rough, full of need .

“Now, you watch as we fuck.” His voice is so commanding that I can’t deny him. I won’t because I want to see as well .

“Look down, Holly. Watch as you fuck yourself on Santa, as you bring that sweet, primed cunt of yours down on my cock .”

There has never been a time in my life when I felt this kind of arousal. I know when this is all said and done Nick will have ruined other men for me .

I rise up but keep my focus on where we are connected. When his cock becomes visible, I see how glossy it is from my pussy cream. Everything in me tightens at the sight. He’s stretched me so good, and the burn of the pleasure is still there. I don’t want this to end .

“So hot, Holly .”

My breath leaves me and my arms are shaking from holding myself up, but still I ride him .

My pussy sucks at his cock, and his big dick stretches me wide, making me feel like I am going over the edge .

I move up and down, the breath leaving me in uneven gasps, and my tits bouncing. My orgasm rushes forward once more and I feel him get harder inside of me .

I don’t want to stop it .

And then I see the change in him. His body becomes tighter, harder. Sweat covers his chest and forehead, and his jaw clenches tightly. I know he’s going to come. The question is how long will he restrain himself ?

“You see what you do to me?” he says, but it sounds like he’s speaking to himself. He’s fucking me still, or really, I’m the one doing the fucking. But I can see that he’s right at the edge. I don’t know how much longer I can last, so I know I have to get him off so we can both find oblivion together .

I clench my pussy muscles around his dick and he groans, tossing his head back and closing his eyes. His fingers are digging deep into my skin, and I know there will be bruises tomorrow. Good, I want that mark, that reminder that I actually did this .

And then he starts lifting me up and slamming me back down on his cock. The wet, sloppy sounds of our sex fill my head, making me drunk from it all. I don’t think about anything else but this moment. I don’t care that this man is essentially a stranger, that after this one-night stand I’ll have to do the walk of shame. But I don’t care. This moment is everything I’ve needed. I’ve been sex free for far too long, and Nick is definitely putting the holiday spirit back in me…literally .

He slams me down hard on him once more, stilling, his fingers biting so deep into my flesh that I hiss from the pain. He groans, his necks muscles standing in stark relief, his body seeming bigger than life in this moment. I swear I can feel him coming, and I mourn the fact that the condom is keeping it from me. I want his cum. I want all of him—no matter how crazy that is .

The feeling of him coming, and the sight of him lost in passion has me climaxing again .

I collapse on his chest, both of us panting, our skin sweaty. I can hear the thunderous beat of his heart. It matches mine. I want to ask where we go from here, but I’m too embarrassed…too afraid of what he’ll say. Instead I detangle myself from him, both of us making a sound as his cock slips free from my pussy. I can’t help but glance down at his dick, the tip of the condom filled with so much cum. The sight has me aroused all over again .

I can’t look him in the face, not after what we just did, not when I’m afraid of the disinterest he’ll cast my way. Instead of making a fool of myself, I gather my clothes, hastily put them on, and get the hell out of there .

But I swear I hear him call out my name just as the door shuts behind me .