Dark Christmas: A Bratva Next Door Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)

I kiss her hard and she lets go.

The adrenaline is still pumping faintly through my veins from the attack, and I can feel it in her, too—whether it’s from the danger or from the way we’re drawn to each other, I’m not sure. Maybe it’s both.

The kiss deepens, her tongue meeting mine in a wild, hungry rhythm. My hand slides down to the small of her back, pulling her tighter against me. I’m already hard as hell, my body aching for her.

“I need to be inside you,” I murmur against her lips, my voice rough with need. “Right here, right now.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

She moans through the kiss, her body pressing into mine, and that’s all I need.

My hand slips down to her jeans, grabbing the waist and unfastening them before tugging them down. I’m beyond holding back now. The tension, the fear, the raw desire—it’s all mixed into a fiery passion, and it’s driving me to the edge.

She’s got her hand on me, stroking me through my slacks, and damn, she knows just how to work me. The way her fingers wrap around, firm but teasing is enough to make me pause and appreciate the heat of her touch.

‘You like feeling how hard I am for you, don’t you?”

She bites her lip, looks up with sultry eyes, and whispers, ‘Maybe I just want to see how long you can last before you beg for it.’

Fuck. I wasn’t expecting that.

But she drops to her knees and pulls out my cock like she’s been waiting for this. Her lips press against the head, soft and teasing, and electricity shoots through me. Between the danger, the exposure of being outside, and her unexpected move, I can barely contain myself.

Her tongue slowly swirls around the tip before she takes me deeper. She’s not rushing it, she’s savoring it. It’s like her mouth was made for this, the way she sucks, just enough pressure to drive me insane, tongue flicking in all the right places.

Each time she takes me deeper, it’s like the world disappears. She looks up, eyes locked on mine, and it’s enough to make me forget everything but the way she’s working me—relentlessly, perfectly.

Her mouth moves down my shaft, her lips soft, tongue teasing every inch. Then she’s on my balls, suckling gently, kissing like she’s worshiping every part of me. I feel it deep, the heat building. She’s about to push me over the edge but I grab her hair, stopping her just before I lose myself.

“Up,” I growl, pulling her to her feet.

My cock slips out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she’s left breathless, looking at me like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Did you like that?”

I press my hand between her thighs, rubbing her through her panties, feeling the heat and wetness that’s already soaked through. She gasps, biting her lip as I touch her.

“It was fucking amazing,” I murmur into her ear. “I wanted to watch you drink every last drop of me.”

“Then why didn’t you let me?” she asks, her breath hitching as I rub her harder.

“Because I want more.”

With that, I turn her around, pushing her forward until she’s bent over, hands braced against the edge of the fountain. Her ass is right in front of me, perfect, begging for my hands. I tug her panties down slowly, savoring the way they slide over her skin, exposing herself to me. My fingers trace the curve of her hips, and I take a moment to admire her—every inch, bare and trembling—ready for me.

Part of me thinks I should go easy on her. After everything she’s been through tonight, coming so close to losing her life. But then she grinds her ass back against me, desperate, needy, and I know she wants this as much as I do. Maybe even more.

I tease her, sliding my head against her soaked pussy, rubbing it just enough to make her squirm. She moans, breathless, desperate.

“Please,” she begs, her hips pushing back against me, trying to take what I haven’t given her yet.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need you inside me. I’m begging you.”

I push into her, slipping inside with one hard thrust. She’s soaking wet and tight, welcoming my cock with a firm squeeze.

I drive myself deeper, and it feels perfect, like she was made for me. Every inch of her clenches around me, taking me in. Her back arches, her hands gripping the fountain tight, and I know she’s mine—completely.

I thrust hard and deep, her moans mingling with the soft bubbling of the fountain. She’s loud, raw, and I fucking love it. I reach forward, slipping her bra down and grabbing her tits, her nipples hard beneath my fingers as I rub and pinch them. She gasps, pushing back against me, and I can tell she’s close—so damn close.

My hands move to her ass, squeezing her firm cheeks before I swat her hard enough to leave a faint handprint. She yelps then moans, her body craving more.

“You’re mine,” I growl, my voice rough and possessive. “I’m going to make you come so hard.”

“Please,” she begs as she pushes back against me, meeting each of my thrusts with more need, more urgency.

I plunge into her faster, deeper, and her whole body starts to tremble. I feel her tightening around my cock, her walls clenching hard, her legs shaking as the orgasm hits her.

She cries out, her pussy pulsing around me, soaking me as she comes, squeezing me so tight it’s like she’s pulling me deeper with every wave of pleasure that crashes through her.

She’s coming completely undone, falling apart on my cock, and I can feel every damn bit of it.

I turn her around, her legs still trembling, barely able to hold her weight. I kiss her hard, tasting the raw need between us, my tongue claiming hers as our mouths crash together. She’s still breathless when I lift her off her feet, carrying her to the grass.

I lay back, looking up at her, and command, “I want you to ride me.”

Her lips curve into a sly grin as she straddles me. She takes hold of my cock and starts lowering herself down, her wet heat sheathing me inch by inch.

Fucking hell, it’s perfect. I can feel every inch of her as she sinks onto me, tight and warm, her pussy stretching to take me in. Her skin is flushed, her eyes locked on mine as she moves, slow and deliberate.

Her body trembles as she bottoms out. I grab her hips, holding her there, feeling her pulsing around me, and I can’t get enough of the way she gives into me with that intoxicating mix of submission and control.

She rides me slowly at first, taking her time, and I enjoy every damn second of it.

I watch as her hips roll in a slow, steady rhythm, grinding down on me. Her breasts bounce with each movement, and I reach up, grabbing them, squeezing just enough to make her moan. She arches her back, her lips parting as she gasps, a soft, breathy sound escaping her throat that drives me wild.

Her hands press against my chest, and she picks up the pace, her thighs trembling as she moves faster. The slick heat of her is incredible, gripping me with every thrust, tight and wet. I move my hands down to her hips, guiding her as she rides me harder, the friction building between us.

Her breaths come quicker, little moans and gasps spilling from her lips, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. She starts to buck her hips harder, grinding down on me with more force, chasing her own release. I can feel her getting closer, her movements more frantic, her pussy clenching tighter around me as she gets lost in it, riding the edge of her climax. I sit up, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her against me.

I growl into her ear, ‘Come for me. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock. Do it now.’

She gasps, her whole body tightening around me, and then it hits—she comes hard, her pussy gripping me like a vice, squeezing me with every pulse. I lose myself in her, my own release slamming through me at the same time. It’s like every nerve in my body is on fire, every muscle tense as I drive up into her, filling her as she shudders and shakes in my arms.

She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders, her body trembling against mine as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.

Her hips slow as we both catch our breath. She rests her head on my shoulder, her body limp against mine. I hold her there, still deep inside her, feeling her heartbeat slowly return to normal.

For a moment, I’m struck by how this connection feels, like we’ve crossed a line we can’t come back from.

Whatever it is, it’s something I didn’t expect.