Page 32 of Her Holiday Heartthrobs

“Henry is going to fuck you now.”

Everything inside squeezes, and I’m so wet it's spilling from me. God, we’ve just started.

I nod, and I’m rewarded with a half smile. No teeth, but bigger than the others I tease out of him.

He tips my chin up. “What did I tell you to say?”

“Yes, sir.” My voice is gravelly and full of desire.

“Good girl.” His thumb dips into my mouth before he turns my face to watch Henry.

He’s now stripped bare, and I catch my breath. I didn’t get to see so much of him last time. Right now, it feels like I barely got anything from him that night.

I remember that look on his face though, the pained one that says he wants me more than his common sense can correct. That soothes a bit of my broken pride. I like being his weakness.

Jake braces a knee in his hand, keeping me open as Henry drags the head of his cock across my wet folds. It pulls a small whine out of me. He taps himself against my swollen clit so that I jerk under them with a cry.

I read the silentfuckon his lips before he pushes into me. My mouth falls open as he works himself inside. I’m wet, but it’s been so, so long since I’ve had the means or privacy for this kind of play.

Once he’s seated, and I’m adjusting, he takes my knee back, holding me open. Miniscule thrusts have me grinding into him. I want more.

But Jake turns my attention back to him.

We stare at each other as Henry builds a slow rhythm.

Jake taps my mouth. “Open.”

I part my lips, and his thumb slides in across my tongue.

“Suck.”

Closing my mouth around him, I suck, dragging the tip of my tongue against the pad.

Composure slipping for a split second, I see the raw need inside him. God, I want to break him open. The same way he wants to with me.

Jake rears back, pulling his suit jacket off and unzipping his slacks. I don’t get another inch of skin. But I want it. I want so much.

A hard thrust from Henry has me moaning again, and I can’t help myself, I’m at the perfect angle to watch the way he stretches me, fills me up. It’s even better than the first time.

Neither of us are in a hurry.

Jake takes my chin in his grip, and I’m provided with the magnificent view of his cock bobbing just out of reach. He lowers his mouth to mine, whispering against my swollen lips. “You’re going to put that pretty mouth to use and suck my cock.”

I lick my lips. I hope I’m good at it. I’m so inexperienced that between the three of them, I’m afraid I’ll be found lacking.

He pauses close to my face, scrutinizing me. “Have you ever sucked a cock, Paige?”

A shaky breath fills my chest, and I shake my head. “No, sir.”

Groaning, he plants another soft kiss on me before he’s upright, cock fisted in his hand, hovering inches from my mouth.

“Don’t worry. I’m a patient teacher.” Like he’s trying to prove it, he pauses. And I stare at the vein under his head as it throbs, mouth parting. Waiting.

I glance up at his eyes, so dark in the low light, but I can’t look away.

Sinking his hand in my hair, he pulls my head back and leans in, rubbing the silky smooth skin of his tip across my mouth.

I peek a tongue out to taste him, and his nostrils flare. Ideas flash behind his gaze, and his muscles tighten before Jake gives me another inch. My mouth closes around him, tongue swirling, testing, learning.

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