Page 6 of Mistle-Ho

The urge to continue arguing even though I know what he means is strong, but not as strong as the desire to see how far he’s willing to take this. “You can touch me however you want.” My eyes dip down the front of his well-muscled frame. “Can I touch you?”

“No.” The word is harsh. Gavin closes his eyes, going still for a second before opening them to meet mine, quietly repeating the single word. “No.”

I’m not sure how to take that, but it becomes irrelevant when the finger toying with my neckline hooks into the flannel fabric, dragging that side of my wrap dress down, along with the bra beneath it, to bare my entire tit.

I could swear Gavin’s breath catches, but that’s got to be my imagination. He’s seen enough boobs that my ample—and God given—DD-cups shouldn’t even faze him. That’s probably why I don’t feel shy over the focused way he’s staring as he palms one, the size of his hand easily scooping up every bit of my flesh. When the rough pad of his thumb skims across my tight nipple, a whimper slips from my lips.

Gavin’s eyes snap to my face, his gaze simmering with intensity as he repeats the motion, this time adding his finger so he can roll the sensitive peak until it’s so hard it almost aches. I’m about to crawl out of my skin with need when his headdips, the long line of his big body nearly folding in half as his mouth closes over my nipple, drawing on it in a pulse that shoots straight between my thighs.

When he tugs down the other side of my dress and pulls that already beaded tip past his lips, I go a little feral, hands fumbling around in search of his fly, desperate to get more. To get all I can. It’s been so long since I’ve been filled, and even then it left a lot to be desired.

Alot.

But so far Gavin is proving his skill set, and I want to know what it’s like to have someone else get me off. Preferably while his thick cock pistons in and out of me.

And holy hell is his cock thick.

I free it from the prison of his jeans, peeking down as I wrap my hand around the base. Squeezing tight, I give the length a pump, dragging the pad of my thumb through a drop of wetness that sneaks out to greet me.

Gavin’s mouth pulls off my boob with a pop, his hands going to my hips, fingers sinking into their curving softness as he groans into my hair. He shudders as I give his cock another tug, and feminine power surges through my veins, riding the back of arousal and excitement.

I can’t believe I have my hand on Gavin’s cock. His very big, very hard, very heavy cock.

“Al, you’ve got to stop.” Gavin’s voice is as strained and tight as the hold he has on me. “I can’t—” His voice breaks, chest heaving with raspy breaths. “Fuck, that feels so good.” His hands move to my ass, gripping each cheek tight as he pulls me closer. “So fucking perfect.”

The only guy I’ve ever been with never made a peep during sex. Not a moan. Not a whisper of dirty talk. Not even a grunt.

Gavin doesn’t seem to be like that. At all. And I love it. I love hearing how into this he is. How much he likes my hand on him. How—

“Shit.No.” Gavin tries to pull away from me, but I got caught up in the moment and managed to tangle around him. A leg’s hooked at his thigh and one hand is fisted in his shirt. The other’s… Well…

His dick flexes against my palm as his body goes rigid.

Oh shit. Am I doing something wrong? Has he realized how little I know about this and now has yet another thing to tease me about? “Gavin? Are you ok—”

One hand leaves my ass to tangle in my hair, pinning my front to his as a rumbling moan vibrates through his chest. There’s a sudden warmth against my belly and my hand starts to feel wet.

Uhh…

Gavin releases me, dick pulling from my grip. The move is so sudden and unexpected I wobble a little as I look down my front, trying to make sense of what just happened.

Pinching at the fabric clinging to my middle, I pull it away from my skin, staring at the spot a second longer before shooting the wide-eyed rugby player in front of me an accusing glare. “Did you just Bill Clinton me?”

4

There’s a First Time for Everything

Gavin

I STARE DOWN in shock at the mess soaking into the front of Al’s dress. This has never happened to me. Ever. Not even when I was young and inexperienced and could jack off in under thirty seconds.

Alexis tries to pull the clinging fabric from her skin, looking grossed out and a little horrified at what I’ve done. “I just bought this dress.”

“Here.” I strip off my shirt, peeling it over my head. “Change into this.”

She only hesitates a second, then she’s loosening the tie at her middle and peeling away the soiled dress to reveal a body that is every bit as amazing as I expected. I’m not going to deny having a very specific type, and Al fits it to a T. She’s small but thick. Tiny enough to appeal to the part of me that loves being the biggest, strongest guy in the room, but is filled out enough that I don’t feel like I’ll break her. She’s got full hips and thighs, fucking majestic tits, and a curved belly I want to bury my face in.

I swallow hard, not even trying to hide the way I’m looking at her as the dress I violated falls to the floor, leaving her in just a red lace bra and matching panties.

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