Page 19 of A Very Grumpy Halloween

I reach for his boxers and pull them down, my mouth dropping open when I see how big he is. My fingers wrap around it or try to.

“You’re way bigger than any of my toys,” I tell him, and he grunts, his cock jerking in my hold.

“Need you to stop talking if you want me to last,” he tells me and I smirk.

“You don’t want to hear about all of the toys that I have at home?” I ask him innocently, and his eyes screw shut tight.

“Maple,” he groans, and my smirk widens.

“Want to know what my favorite one is?” I ask as I start to stroke his cock with my hand.

I lean forward, stealing a taste of him, and he shouts out a curse as my mouth wraps around the tip of him. The muscles in his thighs and stomach tense, and a rush zips through me as I notice the effect that I have on him.

“I have this lingerie set,” I tell him as I let his cock out of my mouth with a pop.

He’s breathing hard, his eyes heavy-lidded as he looks down at me.

“It’s white with little cherries all over it. The material is sheer, so it doesn’t really leave much to the imagination,” I tell him, and he swallows hard. “I think that you would like it.”

He nods, his chest rising and falling quicker as I jerk him off faster.

“Oh! Or I have this maid outfit. It has this cute little lace collar and knee-high stockings. I look pretty hot in that and my black high heels.”

“Maple, fuck,” he grits out, his dick swelling in my hand.

“I thought that I could be it for Halloween since I haven't bought a costume yet.”

He groans, his head falling back on the bed, and I lean forward, licking a path up the underside of his cock. His hips jerk, and so I do it again before I wrap my lips around him and start to suck in time with my hand.

It doesn’t take long, and then he’s pulsing on my tongue. I swallow down his release, loving the salty taste.

I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as he stares down at me.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and I smirk at him.

“Whenever you’re ready,” I tell him, and he lunges for me, grabbing me and rolling me under him on the bed.

“Do you really have a maid costume?” He asks me, and I laugh.

“Uh-huh. I have two whole drawers of lingerie. I’ll have to show you sometime.”

“Yes,” he agrees, and I can feel his cock hardening between us again already.

“Tell me about these toys,” he orders as he starts to kiss down my neck.

“Well, I have the usual ones. Small vibrators, one that looks like a rose. Then there’s just stuff that I was interested in trying.”

“Like what?” He asks against my skin.

I feel his fingers slip underneath me, and a moment later, my bra loosens, the straps slipping down my arms as he pulls it off.

“Nipple clamps. Butt plugs. Um…” I trail off as his hands cup my breasts.

I’m distracted by his mouth and talented fingers, my sentence hanging in the air between us. I can feel his warm breath, and I arch in his hold, offering him more of me— all of me.

“We can play with all of that next time,” he says, and I nod.

His lips wrap around one of my nipples, and I cry out as his tongue flicks over the sensitive peak. His fingers pinch my other nipple, and I cry out again, heat blazing through me. His teeth graze over my breast, and I shiver, my breath coming in short pants as he has his way with me. He switches breasts, and I arch against him, loving the feel of his skin on mine.

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