A Festive Feud: A Holiday Romantic Comedy

Leaning forward, I capture her lips, swallowing her whimper as we work together to unbutton my shirt. When it takes longer than anticipated, she lets out a frustrated huff against my mouth.

I chuckle, then reach behind me and pull it off at the neck. Before I can even toss it to the side, her hands are on me, roaming over the expanse of my chest, to my abs, and lower to where my pants hang open.

“God, of course you’d be built like some… Greek god.” It sounds like a compliment, but I’m pretty sure she means it as an insult.

“What were you expecting, Snowflake?” I murmur, pushing the jeans down my hips until they’re off and out of the way.

She rolls her lips between her teeth before speaking. “Not this.”

“A shame.” I smirk, hovering back over her. “Sorry to exceed your expectations.”

My fingers trail along her outer thigh, and she shivers in response. All that’s left between us is the thin fabric of my boxer briefs, and I couldn’t hide my stiff, aching cock if I fucking tried. Not with how badly I want to fuck her, how badly I want to see her break apart beneath me.

Her fingers dip into the waistband of my boxer briefs, and she tugs at them until they’re over my hips so the head of my cock peeks from the top, a bead of precum seeping from the slit.

I watch as her expression turns hungry, her eyes becoming hazy and unfocused as she swallows thickly. Then she surprises me by pulling me toward her, moving her lips over mine, teasing the seam of my mouth until I open and she’s sucking on my tongue like she’s as desperate as I am.

I quickly push my boxers the rest of the way down, my cock bobbing free against my stomach, and she pulls back, her gaze dropping between us.

“Jesus,” she murmurs as she rises from the floor and then pushes me onto the rug and straddles me. “I want you.”

“Feeling’s mutual,” I muse.

She moves over me until my cock brushes against her warm, soaked center, and we both groan in unison at the sensation. Placing her hands on my chest, she squirms in my lap, slicking my cock with her wetness.

I suck in a breath as her nails bite into my skin, her hips writhing over my cock, a soft moan leaving her lips each time the head of my cock brushes her throbbing clit.

“You want to use me to come, Snowflake?”

She nods, still circling her hips and dragging her clit along my cock. Judging by how flushed her cheeks are, the way her lips are parted, and her eyes squeezed tightly shut, she’s already close again.

As badly as I want to be inside her, I want to watch her bring herself to orgasm, wildly gliding her pussy on my dick. Something that will undoubtedly live in my head rent fucking free.

My hands fly to her hips, and I guide her on my cock, licking my lips as I watch her drop her head back. She brings her hand to her nipple, rolling it between her fingers and giving it a rough yank. A second later, she’s shattering, her legs shaking as she comes. I can feel the gush of liquid on my cock, and my balls fucking ache to release inside of her. She’s still trembling from her orgasm as I line my cock up with her entrance and slowly sink her down on me an inch.

“Fuck. Emma, a condom.”

We both freeze. I can’t believe I got so caught up in the moment I didn’t even pause to think about it. That’s never happened before.

“I’m on birth control, and I was just tested. I want to feel you bare,” she breathes, sinking down an inch further. “If… you want.” She’s sucking her lip into her mouth, a wanton look in her eyes, and we both know that there’s no stopping this.

There’s nothing in this fucking world I want more than pumping her full of my cum, to feel her wet pussy clamping down on my cock as she comes.

“Same,” I grunt and grab her hips, thrusting into her and burying myself to the hilt all at once.

“God… Jackson, I’m so full,” she pants, rocking her hips back and forth so her clit brushes against the base of me. “I’ve never felt so… stretched.”

She’s going to make me come in thirty goddamn seconds if she keeps talking like this. I’ve never been inside a woman bare. It’s taking every bit of self-restraint I have not to rut into her and pump her so full of cum that she’ll think of me for days after. My muscles shake with the strain to hold myself back.

“Stop moving,” I groan. “Give me a second, woman.”

She giggles, a sound I never thought I’d hear from Emma. It makes sense that it’s at my expense, and thankfully, she complies, holding still briefly.

I feel her clench around me, her gaze darkening to make the irises of her blue eyes look like the deepest depths of the ocean.

“You’re definitely on the naughty list,” I tease, flipping us over to where her back hits the soft fur of the rug, my cock still buried inside of her.

I pull her leg higher up on my side, setting the arch of her foot along my shoulder so I can fuck her even deeper. She sighs a breathy whimper as my hips flex.

“I need you to stop talking and fuck me, Jackson Pearce.”

My brow arches. Most of the time, she drives me up a fucking wall, but damn, I think I actually love that mouth. I love how feisty she is. A fucking spitfire, never taking any shit from anyone.

It’s the things that I didn’t know about Emma that I’m committing to memory right now. The way she sounds as she comes, the way we somehow fit perfectly together even though we’ve been taught to hate each other for our entire lives. How right she feels on my dick.

Her legs rest on my shoulders, and I feel the tremor in them when I thrust my hips deeper, bottoming out inside of her. With every thrust, her tits shake, and she moves further up on the rug.

There’s nothing gentle or romantic about what’s happening between us.

It’s raw, lust-filled fucking, both of us giving in to our bodies’ desire for each other. Tomorrow, we’ll worry about the consequences, but tonight, losing myself in her is the only place I want to be.

My gaze drops to where I’m fucking her, and I spread her open further so I can better watch my cock slide into her. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Watching her stretch to take all of me, her pussy pink and puffy from my cock pounding inside of her.

I feel her tightening around me and the tingling in the base of my spine intensifying, pushing me closer to the edge.

I withdraw and surge forward forcefully, my thrusts turning more erratic and wild, and she whimpers beneath me. Leaning down, I capture the taut peak of her nipple between my teeth to bite as I drop my fingers down to her clit, circling in sync with my thrusts.

“Come, Emma,” I rasp against her nipple, my other hand fisting the soft curve of her hip as my balls begin to draw up, ready to explode.

“I-I…” she pants.

I pinch her clit between my fingers, and her orgasm sweeps through her violently, her back bowing and her legs clamping around my hips as she writhes.

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