Dark Christmas: A Bratva Next Door Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)
Dark Christmas: Chapter 9

The kiss is electric, an instant connection that sends a shiver down my spine.

I can taste the lingering notes of Pinot Noir on her lips, her tongue slipping against mine with a soft, desperate moan. My body reacts instantly and I become hard as hell, pressing my cock against her, feeling her melt into the kiss.

Suddenly, she pulls back, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

“I never do this,” she murmurs, her voice breathless. “Never. Not even in college.”

I grin, brushing a thumb across her flushed cheek.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

Without hesitation, we dive back in. Our lips collide, rougher this time, more urgent. Her hands slide up my chest, gripping the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer as my tongue explores her mouth. I bite her lower lip gently, eliciting a gasp that fuels the fire burning between us.

In one smooth motion, I lift her by the waist, her legs instinctively wrapping around me as I set her on the counter. The heat between our bodies is unbearable, and I can feel her trembling as I grind against her. The friction is maddening.

I grip her thighs, pulling her closer, my need for her overtaking every thought in my head. I want her so badly it hurts.

The sound of her moans is driving me insane, making it clear that I’m giving her exactly what she wants. We kiss again, our tongues tangling, the heat building between us, until she pulls back, her breath ragged, her lips swollen.

“Something wrong?” I ask, my voice rough, my need for her nearly unbearable.

She bites her lip, glancing around the kitchen. “Are we really going to do this here? In the kitchen?”

“Fair enough,” I say, sliding my hand between her thighs, rubbing her pussy through her jeans. Her breath hitches, eyes fluttering shut as she lets out a soft moan, her hips instinctively pressing forward.

I lean in, my voice low and commanding. “Let’s take this upstairs.”

She nods, eyes still closed, her body surrendering to the moment. I can feel her heat, her need, and as I pull her off the counter, I know this is only the beginning of what’s to come.

I lift her effortlessly, her small frame fitting perfectly in my arms. There’s something primal about how easily I handle her, how delicate she feels in my grasp. I throw her over my shoulder in a firefighter carry, and she lets out a soft laugh, her hands gripping my back as I ascend the stairs to my bedroom.

When we reach the bed, I toss her down, and she squeals in surprise, but the grin on her face tells me she loves every second of it. She rolls onto her back, her chest heaving, the fabric of her shirt straining against her full breasts.

We kiss again, more urgently this time, and I pull her shirt over her head, revealing her black bra, her breasts practically spilling out of it. My hands move over her skin, tracing her curves, feeling the heat radiate from her body.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I opened that envelope,” I murmur against her lips, my voice thick with desire.

I slide my hand into her bra, fingers wrapping around her soft breast as I tease her nipple until it hardens beneath my touch. She moans softly, her body arching into my hand, craving more. With my other hand, I reach for the button of her jeans, flicking it open and pulling the zipper down in one smooth motion. She lifts her hips, helping me out, shimmying out of her jeans with a bit of playful wriggling.

Her panties don’t match the black bra, simple, light blue cotton, unexpectedly cute and sexy in their own way. I let my eyes linger, taking in every inch of her.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl, watching her blush deepen as it spreads down her neck.

Her hand moves to my slacks, fingers grazing over the bulge. She rubs me through the fabric, making me harder with every stroke. I growl low in my throat as I press my hand against her panties, feeling the heat, the wetness already soaking through the cotton.

“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice dark and commanding. “You’re soaked, aren’t you? So fucking wet for me.”

She lets out a small whimper as I rub her clit through the fabric, her hips rolling instinctively into my hand. “Yes,” she breathes, barely able to get the word out.

“You like that?” I push harder, the pressure making her gasp. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? But not yet.”

Her response is a desperate moan, her body completely under my control.

I slip my fingers beneath her panties, feeling the soft heat of her skin, teasing her wet lips before sliding two fingers inside her soaked pussy. She’s tight, and when I press into her, she bucks hard against my hand, her body desperate for more. I keep my thumb on her clit, rubbing slow circles, making her gasp into my mouth as we kiss, deeper and more frantic with every second.

Her moans grow louder, her breaths come quicker. She’s close—I can feel it in the way her hips move, in the way her body tenses under my touch.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I murmur against her lips. “You love this, don’t you? Being teased like this, knowing you’re about to come all over my fingers.”

She whimpers, nodding as her grip on my shoulders tightens. “Yes,” she breathes, her voice shaky, barely able to hold back.

“Be a good girl and let go,” I command, my thumb pressing harder on her clit, fingers pumping in and out of her in a slow, relentless rhythm.

“Yes… yes…” she moans, and then it happens—her body trembles, her back arches, and she comes hard around my fingers, gasping out my name. It’s so fucking sexy to watch her lose control, her body shaking with pleasure as I keep my fingers deep inside her.

When she finally stills, her eyes flutter open, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. She smiles, her voice husky and teasing. “Now, it’s your turn.”