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Written By Anthony.

“Be a good girl and make your man a cup of coffee.” I ordered her while rubbing my eyes with one hand and gave her an ass slap with the other. Ah, I felt so tired after having sex all night – I couldn’t move a muscle. As she was on top of me desperately trying to wake me up to see the snow outside, she immediately blew me a kiss on the forehead and off she went downstairs. So innocently playful and always so eager to please me, and boy did she please me last night.

Stretching my arms, I heard the buzzing of her mobile phone near me. At once and without really realizing it, I grabbed the device to check who had been so thoughtful to send my girlfriend a text message so early on a Christmas day morning.

“Fucking asshole.” I whispered in a bitter voice and with clenched teeth I got up from bed throwing the phone among the sheets. She is mine. She will always be mine, she fucking belongs to me.

‘Babe, do you want to go outside and build a snowman?’ Her voice echoed excited from downstairs. My mind went blank; the blood inside my veins had turned warm as hell when I ran to find her having only my boxers on.

There she was by the kitchen stall making me breakfast, wearing that black cashmere babydoll gown I bought her for our anniversary. Another red one was waiting for her inside a red ribbon wrapped box under the Christmas tree. All these presents I bought, all this money I spent to rent this chalet – it was all for her. The things I am capable of doing for this woman – you wouldn’t even imagine.

But all this luxury comes under one condition and that is to be eternally mine. I wanted to show her what her life would suddenly become if she dared to answer to that message. I wanted her to witness the pain I was able to cause to her if she even considered talking to another man.

Pacing towards her, I reached for her glorious ass and caressed it a bit. I have always liked the feeling the fabric leaves to my skin. In no time, she had been freed of her gown, dropping it down to the floor. With my left palm still on her ass, I let the right one wander at her front side starting from her navel and gradually I moved towards her breasts.

Yielding her head back on my shoulder like she always does – it is her way of silently announcing that she is eligibly ready for foreplay – I had my lips on her neck. Inhaling her perfume through my nostrils, I sighed to the fact of how addicted I am to her. Hickies – I must have left her two or three hickies, proof to others of how she is mine. Goosebumps all over her body, she managed to amaze me once more with this impeccable chemistry we have responding so thirsting to my touch. How much does this girl love foreplay, words will always fail to describe. To her disappointment, there was none on that Christmas morning for I was mad. Mad with the thought of someone else approaching, talking or even worse – making love to her.

Biting my lip to the thought of that and with narrowed eyes, I sniffed.  We were in the middle of exchanging tongues when I took her by surprise sliding my dick inside her. She was obviously not ready for it, screaming out of pain. Her pussy had not been wet enough yet to welcome such a penetration. Lowering her head, she held by the counter and the coffee machine, moaning and begging me to stop – but I didn’t. I only stopped when I was to cum. On that morning I hadn’t been a gentleman, allowing my woman to come out first but I sincerely could not give a fuck in the moment.

With sobbing eyes she remoted herself from me. She became afraid of me; I could see it in her eyes. For the rest of the day she gave me the silent treatment, hanging out by the sofa watching cartoons. Neither did she open her presents nor did she go outside and play with the snow like she claimed she would this morning. Her reaction had me even more infuriated – with myself mainly. Checking her phone which was again sitting on the bed side table, I ran through her messages. She answered to each and one who had sent her Christmas wishes. She replied back to all except one.

Content and filled with confidence, I joined her by the sofa and began coddling her hair craving for her attention. Purposely she would not turn her gaze towards me, angry she was and with right reason. Well, she might have been tensed but since I happen to be a very stubborn man not dealing with refusal very well, I wasn’t going to allow this silence wandering around for long.

Removing the blanket covering her, I lifted her and she wrapped one leg around my waist. Despite her resistance, I gently placed her by the fireplace and had her teddy bear pyjamas removed in seconds. Slowly I slipped my middle and then my index finger inside her and with circuit movements; I had my thumb teasing her clitoris simultaneously. She soon stopped resisting my touching crying out, calling out my name. Thinking of how I was done being the asshole of the day and that I did not wish to torture her longer, I rode her smoothly, making love to her as she deserved.

For us, Christmas did not happen on the 25th but rather on the 26th on that year. We had been one day late when we finally opened the gifts, built a snowman and celebrated Christmas like we would normally do – by having a sex marathon of course.

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