Page 28 of Miles & Mistletoe

A much welcomed sight, I have to say.

She didn’t waste any time, as she licked and then parted her lips, engulfing the entire head of my cock in her mouth. I rolled my head back, gaze touching the ceiling at the feeling of pleasure threatening to consume me whole. My hand went to the back of Stacia’s bobbing head, holding her in place. The moans emanating from her own throat signaled that she enjoyed what she was doing just as much as I was.

“Fuck!” I grunted when she softly ran her bottom teeth along the bottom of my cock. My heart rate and breathing intensified, and my stomach muscles clenched. My orgasm was imminent. And Stacia, the little hellion, increased the pace of her head and hollowed her cheeks, increasing the suctioning around my stiffness. My fingers curled tightly in the back of her head, grasping her short curls for dear life.

I opened my mouth to tell her I was about to come but words escaped me. I attempted to pull back from her greedy mouth but she was relentless. The next thing I knew, I was coming harder than I could ever recall from a blow job, directly into Stacia’s mouth. She took every drop just like it was intended only for her.

“Mmm,” she moaned once my cock popped out of her mouth.

Goddamn.

Never had a sight had me so fucking horny. In no time my hands were wrapped around her arms, pulling her body to stand as my lips pressed into hers. I kissed her with everything I had in me and she kissed me back with the same intensity.

After laying her down on the bed, I quickly moved her to turn over on her stomach. Cursing myself, I moved away from her body to reach for the nightstand at the side of the bed. Pulling out the box of condoms I’d placed inside earlier, I removed a condom and sheathed myself in record time.

“All fours,” I ordered.

Stacia must’ve been as lacking in patience as I was at that moment, because she moved into position before the words were even fully out of my mouth. I pressed an open palm to the middle of her lower back, encouraging her to arch it, as I lined myself up with her opening.

Slowly, I melted into her, causing a sigh of relief mixed with moans from the both of us. As I sank deeper and deeper into her body it felt as if a weight had been lifted or as if I was coming home after a long time away. Either way, it felt … right.

“Ian, you … you have to m-move,” she breathlessly urged while wiggling her hips.

“You feel so fucking good,” I responded, at a loss for words. It felt torturous to the both of us to prolong what we both needed. Moving my hips back, I then thrust inside of Stacia, slamming into the backs of her thighs. Her entire body shivered and rippled. Her moans grew as I began thrusting in and out of her in rapid succession. My fingers tightly held onto the sides of her waist as if, subconsciously, I feared she would somehow get away. Stacia made sure to prove how unlikely that was when she began pushing back against me. We fell into the natural rhythm that always seemed to completely engulf us. My breathing hitched as I felt the warning tingles of my impending orgasm. I shook my head, silently warning my body that it would not have its second release of the night until the woman writhing beneath me had her first.

I reached around Stacia’s waist with my hand, finding her distended button. Making small circles against her clit with my forefinger, I continued pounding into her with my hips. Stacia’s moans grew louder and her pussy muscles began tightly gripping my cock for dear life.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I grunted, encouraging her.

And come she did. Within seconds her movements stilted as the orgasm awakened all over her entire body. Only after her release did I allow my body to relax into the orgasm that I’d fought hard to keep under wraps, until right then. The gripping muscles of Stacia’s pussy, her moans, and the feel of her writhing hips beneath me, all did me in. I came and came until I was completely spent.

Tired but mindful of the woman in my bed, I wrapped my right arm around Stacia’s waist and brought her down with me as I crashed against the bed. Our breathing was the only thing that could be heard around the large bedroom for a long while.

“Merry fucking Christmas,” I breathed out after a long silence.

Stacia, who’s back was pressed against my chest as she laid on top of me, giggled. I wrapped my arms tightly around her.

“It’s not Christmas yet.”

Lifting my head, I pressed a kiss to her cheek. “It’s not? I felt like I just got my gift.”

She sighed, turning and snuggling into my body. The warmth our bodies created together was all the covering we used that night as we fell asleep.

****

“Cancel everything,” I demanded into my phone the next morning.

I heard Jamie’s gasp. “Ian, we can’t. You have—”

“I know my goddamned schedule, Jamie. Better than you do. Cancel everything. I’ve already informed my assistant I’m taking the next five days off.” It was December nineteenth.

“That only leaves time for Ben’s Christmas Eve party.”

“Which I’ll be attending. In the meantime, cancel everything else,” I stated in a clipped tone.

“So you are going to Ben’s party?”

“Didn’t I just say that I was?” I pulled the phone from my ear, staring at it as if I could peer at Jamie through it to ensure I was talking to the right person. The woman was questioning just about everything I did and I hated being questioned by anyone.

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