Page 152 of Holiday Hire

He lowers his face, pushing me back so my elbows rest on the console. Then his tongue swipes against my clit with ferocity.

He groans as I start quivering. Only this time, it's not from sadness. It's from adrenaline building up in every part of my body.

My fingers slide through his hair, clenching it, pushing him closer to me. My thighs squeeze against his cheeks, my body already trembling.

He flicks and sucks, and flicks and sucks, and I feel like I'm being swept up in a tornado that's destroying everything in its path.

Incoherent cries fly from my mouth. Adrenaline spins everywhere as a high slams into all my cells, and the world turns fuzzy. Before I know it, he's inside of me.

His cock thrusts in and out. He slides his tongue back into my mouth with the taste of my orgasm all over it. He murmurs. "Fuck, you're the one I want, baby girl. Always you."

I moan, another wave of endorphins bursting in my veins.

He flicks his tongue on my ear, adding, "All day long, I sit and think about you and everything I want to do to you."

"Like what?" I breathe.

He murmurs, "How it feels to be inside your tight little pussy. The noises you make, like right now. Everything. How you touch me, how you kiss me. How you secretly gaze at me when no one else is looking. Everything, Pheebs. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I affirm in a ragged breath, blinking hard from the white light stealing my vision.

He thrusts harder, going deeper, stretching my walls to the point I feel like I might explode.

My arms circle around him. I lace my fingers in his thick locks, tugging on them. My body violently convulses against his.

He groans, declaring, "Fuck, my stallion only loves you. You understand me?" Then he releases everything he has inside of me, gritting out before I can answer, "Fucking greedy pussy. You want all of me, don't you, baby girl?"

"Yes, all of you."

His hot breaths pant against my neck. He thrusts harder and harder until I'm screaming in ecstasy.

Everything flashes from white to black and white again. Then the quivers simmer while his breathing slows.

I should let him go, but I can't. I never want to let him go. And I realize I'm utterly fucked.

If Alexander doesn't fall in love with me, I'll never love again. This isn't anywhere near what I experienced with anyone, including Lance.

He doesn't move for a while, and it's as if he can't let me go either. When he finally retreats, he looks deep into my eyes, holding me firmly. He adamantly asserts, "You're the one I want, Pheebs. Don't forget it. Do you understand?"

I nod. "Yes."

He slowly grins. "Good. Now, let's go back home. We're going to have a new bet tonight."

I giggle. "Oh?"

Mischief fills his expression. "Yep. We're going to play naked Christmas trivia. New stakes though."

I smile, feeling happy again. I ask, "What are we betting this time?"

"If I lose, I make you dinner, naked. Then I lick your pussy again."

I tilt my head. "What if you win?"

His smile intensifies. "You cook me dinner, naked. Then I lick your pussy again."

I laugh harder. "Deal."

He stares at me another moment, gives me another long kiss, then strokes my cheek. "I'm glad we worked this out." He winks.

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