Page 55 of Her Holiday Heartthrobs

Spurring into harder thrusts, she meets me full force until she’s coiled tight. Paige comes with full abandon, arching against my chest. And I’m pulsing, on the verge of succumbing, when she slumps back.

Another few pumps and I pull out of her, stroking my cock and seeing stars as I cover her tits and stomach with my cum. Sucking a breath through my teeth, I drag my head through her sex and shudder from the sensitivity.

Her soft mewl means I should leave her to Henry, but I can’t step away yet. Teasing her with long strokes, circling her clit, winding her up.

She pouts at me, like she wants me to take her again. It’s too bad that I need a minute.

When I straighten and look over my shoulder, a towel is waiting for me. I grin and take it, cleaning Paige off and kissing her one more time before stepping back.

Henry takes her legs and lowers them to the floor, lifting her against his chest and giving her a soft, lamenting kiss before turning her around and bending her over my desk again. The flare of her ass under his hands is temptingly plump.

That’s something I want. Pop that cherry and be the first to take her anally. Not that I prefer it, but the desire is anchored deep in my soul.

Henry slides into her from behind, and her shaky moan has me halfway to hard again. Absently, I palm myself, watching, waiting, wishing…

As Paige’s pleasure builds back up, Henry leverages her off my desk by her hair. Her palms spread to help hold her up, her breasts nicely framed by them, swinging from his thrusts. Mouth falling open, Paige’s fingers curl against the dark wood.

I swear I can feel her squeezing around me. She’s going to hit that spot, that tender edge and milk every ounce of bliss from this moment.

It’s beautiful, sweet and other naughty things.

Part of me doesn’t want to intrude on their moment, but the other screams to take a seat behind my desk to be front row, center to watch her fall apart. I don’t. I got my moment without the intrusion.

It only takes her a few more minutes to jerk and submit to a new orgasm.

Long strokes down her back soothes her. When Jake steps forward, it’s like we’re all connected. He lifts and pulls her into his lap on one of my chairs. Cock inside of her in seconds, she moans against his chest.

Then, Henry’s at his side, hand back in her hair and guiding her to his dick. She opens for him so easily, almost hungrily.

I lower to my knees behind her, massaging her cheeks. My thumb brushes her asshole, and her muscles tense all at once. Jake and Henry both groan.

“Don’t worry, beautiful. We’ll work you up to it.” I circle my thumb around that hole until her muscles quiver uncontrollably. When she's comfortable with that, I lean in to tongue her,flicking against the nerves bundled there, getting it wet, and pushing my thumb back against those puckering muscles.

Alternating between my tongue and my thumb, I work the tip past that ring, and everyone stops. Henry sucks in a hard breath as he holds her over his shaft. Jake groans and grinds against the ends of her pussy. Her moan is muted, and her heat palpable as I wiggle the tip of my thumb there.

“Fuck. Give her a little more, and don’t stop,” Jake orders, and he thrusts into her with more abandon.

It only takes a minute, maybe two, until she collapses into another orgasm.

Well, guess I’ve found another one of her buttons. I wish I had an anal plug somewhere to settle in that nice tight ass, but I don’t. I’ll be investing in some. Tonight.

When I get to spread Paige back across my desk, I do it from the position where I usually sit, and I slowwaydown. Her thighs squeeze around my waist, feet locking and the long strokes of my cock allow me to hold her. I whisper to her, make her laugh and moan and clutch at me with her nails.

It’s one fantasy among a thousand and I enjoy every damn second of it.

This time when her core bears down on me, I let myself go with her, filling that beautiful pussy with my cum and rocking into her for a long minute. Lifting to my elbows, I stroke her hair, her cheek, her throat and she smiles at me with such joy.

Paige is slowly working my heart free from its cage and claiming it for her own.

I plant a long, suffering kiss on her.

A fist bangs against my office door. The handle jiggles at the lock. Another four bangs.

I jerk upright as Paige looks up at me wild-eyed.

Shit.

Henry and Jake are pulling their clothes back into rights, and I pull out of Paige.

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