Chapter TWO

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❄️ASPEN❄️Holly Garland

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❄️ASPEN❄️
Holly Garland

... Christmas Eve ...
~The Firecracker Factory~

"Mmmmhh--Yuhh! Fuuhh-kkk-meeee-Dash!" I moan and pant in puffy, broken breaths as the brawny beast man rails hard into me from behind, stuffing me fuller than a Thanksgiving turkey.. The little bells on the choker around my neck jingle to the beat of his rhythm..

Ding, ding, ding..

I've never been brutalized by a cock so big that wasn't made of silicone and definitely not a dick attached to a man so strong.. Dasher Delacroix has the power of three men and he isn't afraid to use it.. In fact he seems to relish the control he has over me, eager to show me just how easily he can overpower me..

But somehow, some way in his hands I feel safe.. There is no way he'd hurt me, I'm so sure of it.. As he tore the coat form my back and unbuckled his belt he had said three little words that I've never heard before..

"Are you sure?" He'd asked on a gravelly breath..

That moment of care, that simple gesture of sweetness had told me everything I needed to know about him..

"I'm so sure, check me off your wish-list, Mr Grinch.." I teased..

But I knew then that he would never steal from me sometime I didn't want to give..
He would never use me in a way that I wasn't willing to be used..

Dash might be a bad boy who breaks the law.. But he is a good man who knows how to treat a woman..

"Ooooh! Dash, I want that big bad cock, Mmh! Give it to me, all of it!" I goad him and stoke his ego all at once, so that he becomes like a feral beast fucking me from behind, just the way I like it..

Something about the combination of Dasher's huge hands squeezing at my tits and slapping at my ass while his hot peppermint breath beats down on the back of my neck unhinges me, drowning me in a greedy kind of madness.. I become insatiably insane as he presses my cheek into the cool oak timber of the bar, pinning me in place while sleigh bells ring in my ears..

Flashes of hot and cold stimulate each and every one of my nerves, my body frozen and on fire all at once, cool in the warm places and warm in the cool places.. It may be cold outside, but inside me it's burning hot..

My sexy six inch heels dangle far from the floor and my candy-red fingernails claw at the timber grain beneath me as he groans in carnal bliss, sinking savagely inside my hot wet hole over and over, mounting me like a wild animal..

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