Page 17 of Screw Christmas
“Dylan,” I moaned, slipping a hand into his hair, grasping the back of his head. With my fingers entwined in his hair, I lowered his head to my chest, wanting to feel the magic his lips and tongue could do on my nipples.
Groaning, with a flick of his fingers he undid the front clasp, set them free, and began kissing his way down between the valley of my breasts. He took his time, torturing me. “Patience.”
“I don’t have any.”
Chuckling, his lips made their way to my left nipple as his hand cupped my right. He gently nipped at the puckered nub while pinching the other, sending a jolt of electricity through me, straight to my pussy. Wrapping my legs around him, I pulled him closer, the moisture between my legs becoming bothersome.
“We still have too much clothing on,” I murmured, lowering my forehead to rest on the top of his head, wishing the throbbing away.
“All in due time.” Releasing the first nipple, his lips made their way to the second, sucking it hard and deep into his mouth, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through me. The pleasure was nice, but the hurt was so damned good. Slipping my hand between us, I stroked the outline of his dick through his jeans. His low groan as his tongue swirled around my nipple was all the encouragement I needed to undo the front of his jeans and slide my hand in and beneath his boxer briefs. I wrapped my hand around his dick, giving it a gentle squeeze, and a dollop of semen spilled from the tip, sliding down my hand.
Releasing my nipple, he looked up at me, the hunger in his eyes so intense that I nearly came as our gazes locked. “You’re not making it easy to remain a gentleman.”
Bringing my hand with the cum across the back of my mouth, I licked the cum clean, watching the heat in his gaze intensify, the veins in his neck beginning to bulge from restraining himself. Being with him now made me feel brazen and powerful, it was a fucking incredible feeling. “Who says I wanted you to be a gentleman?”
“Baby, you don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Then maybe you need to show me so I’ll find out.”
Tension developed between us, so thick it was nearly suffocating. I needed him to do something—anything—to relieve the tension within me.
Without warning and in one swift motion, he grabbed my thighs and pushed me back onto the counter. I yelped, bracing myself as I fell backwards. His fingers quickly undid my jeans and tugged them down my hips and off. The denim went sailing across the room. Hooking his index fingers into the string waistband of my panties he tugged them down and tossed them next to the jeans.
Leaning over me, he planted a kiss on my stomach just above my bellybutton. Bracing myself up with my elbows behind me, I watched as his kisses began to trail their way down my body in their journey to my core. When he reached my pelvis, his hands gripped my knees spreading my legs wide for him, exposing me fully.
Slipping a finger between my wet folds, he stroked me from my ass to my clit, lingering long enough at my clit to make me bite down on my lower lip as I whimpered. Sensing my need, he stroked my length with his tongue once more, but this time, he slowly slipped a finger into my wet core.
“Anxious, are we?”
“Very,” I gasped, clutching at the counter under me, but there was nothing to grasp onto. “Please.”
Giving my clit a final nip, he pulled his finger from me before slipping my legs over his shoulders and then slammed two into me. I cried out loud, bucking against his hand as he began to stroke my inner wall, knowing exactly where my G-spot was to turn me into complete putty.
I moaned, wanting to close my eyes and just indulge, but the sight of him between my legs was too good to miss. His mouth was so close to me that I could feel the warmth of his breath in contrast to the cool air in the room.
“Dylan. Dylan please.” The pleasure was becoming too much, his fingers sending jolts of pleasure so intensely through me that I didn’t think I could take any more. I attempted to squirm away, but his free hand secured me firmly in place as his fingers sent me over the edge. “We’re not done yet, baby,” True to his word the bastard wouldn’t let me come down. As my juices slipped from the entrance of my pussy, he removed his fingers long enough to thrust his tongue inside lapping up my pleasure as he teased my core. It hurt, the knot in my stomach that had refused to uncoil, it hurt so bad, but at the same time it felt so good that I didn’t want it to end. Not being able to hold my head up any longer, I closed my eyes and allowed the waves of pleasure to take over me.
While his tongue worked its magic, his fingers began to work my clit, pinching and rolling the swollen nub between his index finger and thumb. I wiggled and squirmed against him, both trying to get away and yet wanting more—so much more. I was coming close to climaxing a second time. “Dylan, I can—I can’t…”
He didn’t stop, in fact there was a deep chuckling that vibrated my core making me fight even harder to maintain control. Suddenly, his mouth left my core and his fingers thrust back in and he groaned softly.
Opening my eyes, I looked back down the length of my body to see he’d removed his thick, hard dick from the constraints of his boxer briefs and was stroking it wildly in time with his finger thrusts into me. I wanted to help, I wanted to be the one that brought him to climax, but it was already too late for me.
Feeling his eyes on me, I looked up and met his heated gaze, his face displaying the restraint and pent-up anguish he was feeling. “You drive me insane, Maya,” he growled.
I didn’t reply—couldn’t. The pleasure he was causing me was taking me too high. I was on the verge once more, teetertottering on the edge. But the suspense didn’t last for long. With one last forceful pump of his dick, his cum came spilling out, coating my pelvis and stomach. The warmth of his cum and the excitement of watching him unload on me was my undoing. Falling back onto the countertop, I moaned loudly—so loudly that I feared the neighbors would hear as I came a second time. But this time, he allowed me to come down, removing his fingers as my body gyrated on the cool granite countertop.
Once the tremors from my orgasm subsided, my body lay limp on the countertop until Dylan grabbed my hand and pulled me up into a sitting position. I gave him a lazy smile before wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing myself tight to him.
“That was…” I couldn’t even get the words out.
“A long time coming,” he offered.
Laughing, still high on my climax, I looked up at him. “Exactly.”
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