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his beautiful boy in a
magnum-sized condom.
    I’d never had a Christmas Eve like this
one.

 
    Chapter 7
Tattoo Fantasy
Brax
    Aubrey had just given me the best head I’d
ever had. Despite what others might think, I’m not a selfish guy.
In fact, when it came to giving and taking during sex, I’m pretty
damn generous. A happy partner makes for a happy me.
    Aubrey attempted to sit up, and I gently
pushed her back against the green felt of the pool table. A lion
tattoo peeked out from under her left breast, hiding among the
branches of a leafy tree. It made me smile. Aubrey made me smile.
Thinking of the nights I could spend discovering new images among
her extensive tattoos made me smile even more.
    Grasping her calves, I spread her wide,
enjoying the sight of her shaved pussy glistening with her juices.
I’d lap up those juices later, but now I’d promised my dick and
Aubrey the satisfaction that only comes from being buried inside a
fucking hot and willing body.
    She wrapped her legs around my waist and
arched her hips, making this mewing sound like a kitten. My horny
little kitten.
    I guided my cock to her wet entrance and bit
the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from ramming into her like
a crazed animal. The slight pain didn’t deter me. In fact, it drove
me more nuts. Holding her waist, I pushed past her entrance,
shocked at how tight she was. Most of the beautiful women I’d been
with started fucking when they were pretty damn young, and they’d
spread the joy around. Not Aubrey, judging by how snugly she
surrounded my cock in pure wet, warm bliss.
    I sank into her inch by inch until I was
buried inside her hot, moist heaven. Good thing I was disciplined
because I wanted nothing more than to slam into her again and
again. But I didn’t, and I wouldn’t. Not yet. Pressing deep inside
her, I leaned down and took a hard nipple in my mouth while rolling
the other with my fingers. I licked and sucked, while she writhed
on the pool table and begged for mercy.
    Forget that, honey. This man doesn’t show
mercy, and you’ll be thanking me for it.
    Aubrey arched her back and ground her crotch
against mine, whimpering as she dug her Christmas-red fingernails
into my shoulders. I kissed a trail to her mouth while an
insatiable hunger thrummed through my body. She wrapped her arms
around my neck as I pulled out almost completely, then slowly,
agonizingly slid back inside her. I pulled out, slid inside, pulled
out, slid inside. My rhythm increased with each stroke as my
legendary iron control cracked like a concrete wall after an
earthquake. A few more slow strokes would just about kill me.
    I gritted my teeth, tension radiating
through every muscle in my body, but Aubrey grabbed my ass and
pulled me harder against her. Iron control? So much for that. I
thrust deep inside her over and over. By the way she shouted my
name, she loved it as much as I did. Lust ruled, control
surrendered to frenzy, and Aubrey and I lost ourselves in each
other. Our sweaty bodies slid over each other, rhythmically
slap-slap-slapping together.
    Her muscles surrounding my dick squeezed
tight, and I knew she was coming, and I wasn’t going without her. I
reached between us and found that little nub. One little touch and
she came harder, writhing and moaning just as I exploded.
    I died, because no one survived such
pleasure and lived to tell about it. No one. Aubrey and I soared
like a football through the uprights, together in body, mind, and
soul. Orgasms had always been intensely physical experiences for
me, but this went beyond physical, beyond anything my humble human
brain could ever describe.
    And I wanted to do it again.
    Aubrey and I clung to each other, chests
heaving like marathon runners, our hair soaked with sweat, our
bodies drained, and Aubrey’s breath tickled my ear.
    “Stay with me for Christmas.”
    “Just try to pry me away,” I replied.
    After what just happened, I wasn’t going
anywhere.

 
    Chapter 8
Christmas