Page 22 of A Very Grumpy Thanksgiving

She’s so tight, and I wiggle the digit slightly, trying to loosen her up a bit.

“Fuck!” she sobs, and I lick her clit lightly, drawing out her orgasm as I work my finger into her more.

“Nolan! Please,” she sobs, and I look up at her body until our eyes meet.

I can feel her juices on my lips and chin, and she shivers as she stares down at me, her green eyes so dark.

“I want to try,” she says, and I lick her clit again.

“Hmm?”

“I want to try to make you come,” she says and I smirk.

“Saf, you keep looking at me like that and you’re going to get your wish.”

“I want to… use my mouth,” she says, rising up on her elbows to look down at me.

I freeze, my finger still buried in her pussy, her juices coating my mouth and chin.

“I don’t think that that’s a good idea,” I croak and she looks embarrassed.

“Oh.”

“Shit, Saffron. You can suck me, baby, but hell, it’s going to be embarrassing for me.”

“Why?” She asks innocently.

“Because you’re not even touching me, and I’m close to coming. You get anywhere near my cock, and I’m going to come so fast.”

“I don’t mind,” she says, and I laugh.

She wiggles away from me, and my laugh cuts off. I frown, reaching for her hips to stop her, but she’s faster.

She stands next to me, looking down at me, and I swallow hard.

“Why don’t you let me fuck that pretty pussy a few times, and then you can suck my cock,” I offer, and she shakes her head.

“Please, Nolan? Just for a minute.”

I groan, pushing to my feet.

“You’ve gotta stop begging to suck my cock, Saf.”

“You don’t like it when I do that? You don’t like dirty talk?” she asks, her voice dropping on the last two words.

She’s so innocent. Fuck, I love her.

“I love it,” I tell her, and she smiles.

“I can talk dirty,” she says softly. “I’ve always been better with words.”

I have no idea what to say back to that because I’ve never been good with words.

Saffron drops to her knees, and her hands reach for my jeans. She undoes the button, and I swear that I stop breathing as she tugs the zipper down and then pulls my jeans and boxers slowly down my legs.

I kick them to the side and close my eyes, taking a deep breath to try to control myself.

“You don’t want to see me on my knees in front of you?” she asks breathlessly, and I screw my eyes shut.

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