I point out the bedroom door. “Under the Christmas tree.”
He leaves the bed, and I raise up on my elbow to watch the most beautiful naked man I have ever seen, retreating. His arms are cut with deep shadows from his big, bulging biceps and triceps, and his chest sags with his huge pecs.
When he stands, his eight pack abs and his deep “V” compliment the cock that is the main attraction. The man’s toy is gorgeous. It’s big, long, and thick, with a heavy ridge-lined head, and protruding veins. A dildo can’t hold a candle to that cock.
When he turns around to go get the lube, this view is just as beautiful. His back is broad and tapers to a tiny waist that is hidden by his uniform with the vest, tactical gear, and gun that sits on his hips. His muscles ripple as his arms swing with his confident gait. His ass is toned perfection. His legs are thick, strong, and athletic. Power oozes from him.
When his perfection walks out of sight, I throw my arms up over my head and silently cheer my luck. Then I fall back on the bed, horny and happy.
He returns carrying the Christmas packages, and I again marvel at the beauty of his naked body, and in particularly, his cock. He drops them on the bed and says, “Which one?”
I point to it, and he tosses me the other gift. “Open it and put it on.”
“You act like you know what’s inside.” I smirk as I take the present and pull the ribbon, untying the bow, so I can open the box.
He says, “I know it’s from Agent Provocateur and I want to fuck you in whatever you bought yourself.”
I grin and lift the top off the box. Then pull out the baby pink leather choker and wrist cuffs. The surprised smile that spreads over his face that changes into desire assures me this Christmas is going to be magical.
He pushes the bow off the other box and lifts the lid. Inside are two items that makes his smile break his face. “Oh, babygirl! I’m stoked by this present!”
I laugh at his response. “Every man’s dream.”
“Come here, and let me collar and cuff you.”
I kneel with my gift and crawl over to him. He takes the collar and unbuckles it, then slips it around my neck and latches it. “Is it good? Not too tight?”
I rotate my head as he sticks his finger inside to make sure there is plenty of room.
“It feels sexy.” I tell him.
He pecks my lips.
“Turn around. I’m going to cuff you.”
I do as I’m told offering my hands behind my back, and he latches my new pretties to my wrists. Then he hooks the collar to the cuffs with the gold chain. I sink down onto my heels and lower my head in submission.
“Damn, babe,” he says, “I must admit. Seeing you like that is a total turn-on.”
I grin, staring at the red bed. “Yes, sir.”
He crawls over to me, wraps his arms around me, and cradles my body as he lays me gently on the bed. The gold chain is cold against my back, and my arms are pinned by my hands to my side.
He stares down at me with his masculine essence, and I get wet just knowing that he is going to ravage my body however he wants. He takes his gift and opens it, then he squeezes the bottle and lets the liquid drip from his out stretched arm three feet to land on my hot skin. The cold silicone gel sends goosebumps over my entire body. Then he squirts a large handful into the palm of his hand and rubs it on his chest, down his abs, and over his dick. Watching helplessly as he coats himself makes me even hornier.
He moves to my legs, lowers himself, and spreads the lube over my skin with his oiled body. The sensation is amazing. It makes me feel like everything is opened up to him. I am one big wet mess waiting for him to fuck.
He puts his knee between my thighs and pushes them apart. Then he lifts them up to rest on his chest as he leans forward, pushing my hips up, and entering with a slow deliberate, maddeningly, satisfying speed. His weight resting on my legs, his hands cupping my tits, he massages them and teases my nipples, while he fucks me. In and out. Fast and slow. Long and short. He fucks and fucks and fucks.
And I moan and cum, and moan and cum.
Then he stops, eases out and off, then says the words that I have been longing to hear, but no one has been worthy to say. He says, “Flip over, babygirl. I’m gonna burst your anal cherry.”
Every nerve ending comes alive as he reaches for my body and rolls me over. He puts both hands on either side of my ass and says, “Face down. Ass up.”
I’m staring at his Christmas gift. His hand reaches in the box and he pulls out the anal lube plunger that came with the bottle of silicone. Then it disappears, but I hear him pulling back the plunger, filling the tube. The anticipation has my senses on alert.
He takes his lubed fingers and runs them over, then in my naughty girl, and I suck my breath with the feeling. Then he pulls them out and inserts the tube all the way in.
My God, the feeling! I’m ready to orgasm before he ever enters my back door.
When his knees push against mine and his hand holds my hips while he lines himself up, I’m quivering from the thrill. Ready to receive him.
But nothing prepares me for the feeling as he eases in. His grip on my hips keeps me in place as he forces my virgin ass to take all of him in. It is stretch tight and burns a little, but the fullness excites me. When he begins his stroke, his hands move. One cups my tit, teasing my nipple, and the other massages my clit.
Every fiber of my being is tuned in to the fucking. The vibration of his fingers working my clit, along with the fucking in the ass, is teasing my G-spot and driving me wild. I can hear his breathing getting more intense, and when I hear him let go, I feel his wad of cum dump inside me, the spurting sends G-spot into orgasm and I scream with the climax. I have never experienced anything like that before.
“HOLY FUCK ME! YES! YES! YES!”
Chapter Fifteen
Zane
I pull Laura close and kiss her sleepy eyes. “Merry Christmas.”
“Mmmm.” She says, but doesn’t open them.
“I’ve filled your tub with some good smelling Epson salt and have it ready for you.”
“Mmm.” Her eyelids flutter. “That’s nice.”
I scoop her up off the bed and cradle her body as I carry her to the tub. “You need to soak. Otherwise, you’ll be sore as hell and cussing me later on today.”
“Mmm.” She pecks my cheek. “Who knew you were such a sweet man?”
I chuckle. “No one but you, I promise.”
She chuckles softly, “Batman knows.”
I laugh as I ease her down into the warm soothing water. “Yes, he knows too.”
I lean against the side and pull her between my legs. Her head lays back on my chest, and I move the water over her body with my hand.
After a little while, she says, “Merry Christmas, Zane.”
We soak together in silence until the water begins to cool off. Then I push her up to her feet and stand. “Breakfast or sleep?” I ask her.
She smiles as she takes the towel I offer. “Breakfast.”
“Pizza?”
“Of course.”
In the kitchen, she opens the refrigerator and takes out the pizza box Blake sent home with us. I find two plates, and we push the candies over and sit down at the bar to eat.
After a few pieces, I ask her. “So what’s our plan here?”