A Baumgartner Christmas by Selena Kitt

t-shirt, thumbing her nipples, making them hard. She was
already soaking wet and ready for him, but she wanted him to see.
    “Guess what I did?” She
swallowed, looking up at him with bright eyes.
    He raised his eyebrows. “I’m
almost afraid to ask.”
    “Look.” She stood, turning around
and walking toward the bed, hips swinging. Then she crawled up onto it, waving
her ass, and pulled off her t-shirt, undoing her bra and tossing it aside.
    “Oh god.” His voice was a
whisper, eyes wide. “Oh my fucking god. I am so going to come all over that.”
    She pulled her panties down her
thighs, spreading herself wide for him. “That’s what I hoped you’d say.”
    He found her as if his cock was
steel and her pussy a magnet, drawn right into her wetness. Grabbing her hips,
he shoved himself deep into her pussy on the first go, parting her flesh
easily.
    “So fucking wet!” he gasped,
fucking her from behind as he stood next to the bed. “Oh baby, that tattoo is
the sexiest damned thing I’ve ever seen.”
    She moaned, wiggling her ass back
against him. “Like it?”
    “Fuck yeah.” He rolled his hips,
working his cock into her inlet, his thumbs rubbing over the dark lines and
curves of the tattoo on her back. “Hot. Fucking hot. Oh god.”
    “Fuck me, Doc,” she panted,
rubbing her pussy from underneath, feeling the hard drive of his cock and
wanting more. “Do it hard! Come on!”
    “Jesus, baby.” He grabbed her
hips, pounding into her, trying to give her what she asked for. She could feel
his cock getting bigger inside of her, his own excitement building, catching up
to hers.
    “Deeper! Oh yeah! Give me that
big fucking dick in my cunt! Gimme, gimme, gimme!” she chanted, her fingers
circling her clit, pushing herself closer and closer to the brink.
    Doc grunted, slapping her ass,
leaving a red handprint and making her shriek in surprise. Her pussy spasmed in
response and she bit her lip, hovering just at the verge of climax.
    “Yes!” she panted. “Spank me!
Spank that ass!”
    Doc gave up, grunting and
slapping her again, his cock working deep inside of her.
    “I’m fucking coming!” she wailed,
her nipples grazing the bed with every thrust, her pussy on fire. “Oh now now
now now now!”
    She writhed on the mattress, her
body finally giving in, letting her have the thing she’d been chasing for what
felt like forever. Her pussy snapped closed around Doc’s dick like a vise,
squeezing his length and making him cry out in astonishment. The walls of her
pussy contracted like a snake swallowing its prey, again and again, and she
thought he might be pulling out of her just to save himself from the force of
it.
    “I’m gonna come all over that hot
fucking little tramp stamp,” he groaned, fisting his cock and pumping it
violently against her ass. “Oh yeah! Yeah! You ready for it? You want that cum
all over your ass?”
    She shoved her hair out of her
face, turning to look back at him over her shoulder. “Yes! Come on me! Come all
over that hot little ass!”
    That was enough to send him over,
a wet spurt of cum shooting from the tip of his cock and spraying her back with
heat. It splattered her tattoo like a white Rorschach on black ink and Carrie
moaned, reaching back to rub the cream into her skin. Doc shuddered, giving her
more to work with, his cum sticky and hot under her fingers.
    Doc collapsed beside her on the
bed as Carrie sank down to her belly, rolling gleefully back and forth on the
covers, smiling to herself.
    “Wow, what was that about?” Doc
panted, his hand resting in the middle of his chest, which was still rising and
falling very fast.
    “Nothing,” she said. “I just
wanted you.”
    “Nuh-uh.” He looked over at her,
doubtful. “Something got you all riled up. Was it that hot little tramp stamp
on your back?”
    He rolled toward her, dragging
his finger over it, and laughed. “Your tattoo is rubbing off.”
    “Oh damn.” She glanced over her
shoulder, frowning.