Page 15 of A Very Fumbling Merry Christmas

“Have you been using that pump?”

“What?”

“I can see you’re rocking a tripod right now, or is that a third leg I’ve never noticed before?”

“Why don’t you hop on and find out?”

She climbs onto the bed, crawling up until she can straddle me, grinding against my cock through the fabric of my jeans. Faith turns me into a horny teenager every time she does something like this. I’d take a dry hump from her any day of the week and thank her for it.

As she leans down to kiss me, I see her eye up close.

“Jesus, Faith, your eye is so swollen. Maybe we should go to the hospital to get you checked out.”

“I can see fine, I haven’t detached my retina or anything. It’s a bruise. I’m not going to explain to a doctor that I socked myself in the eye with a penis enlarger. Do you want to explain that one?”

“Not particularly, but I’d whip my cock out if it meant making sure you’re okay.” She ghosts a kiss on my lips accompanied by a torturous grind of her hips.

“Then whip it out, big boy. I guarantee it will make me feel better.”

That’s all the encouragement I need.

Coop and Zee will have to wait for dinner. I’m hungry for something else entirely at this moment. If this is any indication of our trip, it’s going to be a vacation to remember. Snow, sex, and skiing. A perfect combination. I just hope Faith survives the rest of the trip unscathed.

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