Page 72 of Stay

“Yup! I got it on clearance at the end of the season three years ago. It’s probably the first real thing I did to make a tradition for myself.”

Scratch that. This is the best Christmas tree in the whole wide world.

I kiss her head, torn between appreciating the tree and the view of her decorating it in that outfit. “What’s it doing in my house, Angel?”

“It brings me joy.” She grins, staring at it. “I thought it might bring you joy, too.”

“I love it.” Standing behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss the back of her shoulder. “It’s an amazing surprise.”

“Oh, that’s not the surprise.” She wiggles away from me and plucks a box up from under the tree. “This is.”

Arching my brow, I take it from her. “Do I open it now?”

“Mmm hmm.”

It’s really fucking hard to not stare at her. She’s hot dressed like a sexy candy cane. And those nipple clamps? Fuuuuck. I want to lick every inch of her.

“Focus, Cole.” She taps the box.

Oh. Right. The present.

Unwrapping the box, I pull out a new mask. It’s heavier than what I’m used to wearing, but the details are insane. It’s a skull with gears and metal bolts all over it.

With a knowing glance, I pull off my shirt and slip it over my head.

Haley’s pupils blow wide like a cat with catnip. “Holy hell, I was not prepared.”

Instead of talking, I tip my head to the side and study her. Then I hold my pointer finger up and rotate it, silently telling my girl to spin around.

She backs up and gives me a three-sixty that makes my dick hard as steel. “I went with candy canes because I figured they’re sweet and twisted like me.”

After grabbing her leash, I snap my fingers and point to the ground. She goes down on her knees automatically.

Such a good girl.

The way she looks up at me with those big blue eyes and pouty little mouth, it’s no mystery why I call her Angel. She isn’t here to save my soul. She’s come to fucking snatch it.

“I want your dick in my mouth.” Haley pulls on my belt, unfastening it in no time. Slipping my cock out, she pumps it a few times before licking the tip. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

My chest rises and falls with each breath, and it’s a struggle to see straight. Christ, the way this woman gives head is dangerous. It’ll make a man offer her the world and be willing to die at her feet for even an ounce of her precious love.

It’s me. I’m that man.

Tipping my head back, reveling in the way her mouth is so hot around my dick, I can’t help but wonder how we got here. We’ve fallen right back into a routine where we work hard, fuck hard, and fall asleep every night at either her place or mine. It’s exhilarating. It’s perfect.

Maybe even too good to be true.

My eyes roll back as she takes more of me down her throat. I rest a hand on the top of her head as I fuck her pretty mouth. Red lipstick rings my shaft halfway down. Her tits sway, those little nipple clamps pinching her hard buds, and I want to come all over them.

My mask holds a lot of heat, making it hard to breathe. Sweat builds on my brow. But I love it. With only a large cut out for my eyes, I’m concealed from reality. I’m not Cole. She’s not Haley.

I’m a stranger face-fucking a candy cane imp.

Fuck, she feels good. “I want to blow my load on your tits.”

She looks up at me, her lashes clumping together, eyes watery from how hard I’m thrusting. Sweet, delicious gurgle noises fill my ears. “Hold them up for me, Angel.”

I pull out of her mouth and pump my dick hard and fast. Jets of cum spurt out of me, painting her tits white. Her mouth hangs open, tongue out, and I shove back into it after my release is over. “Suck.”

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