Page 95 of Holiday Hire

My pulse skyrockets. I hold in my groan, demanding, "I want my favor, Pheebs."

"Wh-what do you want?" she questions, her skin turning a dewy red.

I put my hands on her jeans and tug, asserting, "I want you to tell me you want me to eat your pussy."

She gapes at me.

I yank the denim to her ankles and pull them over her feet. I question, "What's wrong? You've never had a man devour you?"

"I...um..." She bites on her lip.

"What's wrong? You don't like it?"

"No."

"No, as in you do or don't like it?"

"I..." She looks away, then back at me, blurting out, "It doesn't feel very good."

I jerk my head back, appalled. "What?"

Her expression turns embarrassed. She shrugs.

"Wait. So you're serious?" I ask, unable to fathom her statement.

She nods.

I jump off the couch, lean down, and slide my arms under her body.

"What are you doing?" she blurts.

I kiss her, sliding my tongue into her mouth so fast she takes a second to return my affection. I carry her into the bedroom and lie her on the bed. I cage my body over her and declare, "It's clear to me you've never been with a man."

She takes a deep breath.

I kiss her again, then move my lips to her ear, murmuring, "I'm going to lick every inch of your sweet pussy. If you want me to stop, tell me, but I guarantee you, you'll never utter that statement."

"Really?" she whispers.

I smile against her skin, then lick her lobe, and slowly make my way down her neck. I tug her shirt, stating, "This needs to go," and pull it over her head. I slide my hand under her and unclasp her bra, then easily slide it over her arms until she's in nothing but panties.

I trail my mouth over her chest, rolling my tongue around her nipple, then pause, staring at her tattoo.

Day at a time.

"Not a guy's name," I blurt out.

She laughs. "Nope!"

I add, "We'll talk about this later," then I bury my face in her chest, sucking on her tits until she's arching her back and gripping my hair.

I slide over her, kissing her stomach, then pausing with my head between her thighs. I glance at her. "Want me to stop?"

She shakes her head.

"Say it, Pheebs." I slide my finger under her panties, teasing her clit.

She breathes, "Don't stop, Alexander."

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