Page 23 of A Very Grumpy Thanksgiving

“Fucking hell,” I grumble, and then her hand wraps around my length, and my knees almost buckle.

“You’re so big. I’m not sure that I’ll be able to take all of you,” she says, and I glance down at her, my mouth dropping open as I get my first look at Saffron kneeling before me, her little hand pumping my cock as she licks her lips and looks up at me.

She shuffles closer to me, her warm breath fanning over my sensitive skin, and I try to imagine hitting myself in the face with a hammer to stop from coming all over her pretty face.

“Saf,” I start, but then she wraps those damn lips around my cock, and my mind blanks.

My breath comes out in a rush, and I almost drop to my knees as her tongue swirls around the tip. I catch myself on theheadboard before I can crush her under me and suck in a sharp breath.

“Saffron,” I say urgently, and she hums around my cock.

I see stars.

“Saf, baby, please.”

She sucks so hard that her cheeks hollow out, and my eyes roll back in my head.

Fuck.

“Need you,” I groan as I step away from her.

She blinks up at me, her lips wet and swollen, and I snap.

I reach down, scooping her up and dropping her in the center of the bed. I crawl over her, kneeing her legs apart as I settle between them.

“Tell me that you’re ready for me,” I order, and she nods.

“I’m ready.”

“Thank fuck,” I grit out as my cock nudges against her opening.

We both tense as I start to push into her, and I grit my teeth as her wet heat surrounds me. I make it halfway inside of her and have to stop to regain my control.

“You feel so good,” she moans, and I growl.

“Not helping.”

“I want more.”

“Reallynot helping,” I stress.

“I want all of you,” she says, her ankles coming up and locking around my waist.

“Fuck, Saffron.”

“Exactly.”

I thrust into her, giving both of us exactly what we need. She gasps, and I lean down, kissing her until her pussy stops trying to strangle my cock.

“I need you to move,” she whispers against my lips, and I swallow hard as I do as she orders.

She feels so damn good, so hot and wet and tight. She really is perfect, and I want to tell her that, but all of my energy is being spent on not coming just yet.

“Oh! Oh my gosh, right there,” she moans and I want to put my hand over her mouth again, but I’m using it to balance above her.

“God, I love your cock,” she moans. “And your body.”

Her hands run over my chest, her nails scraping lightly down my arms. She’s driving me crazy. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

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