Page 22 of A Very Daddy Christmas

“Good. I’m glad. It would’ve been a damn shame,” he says, then leans forward again.

This time, however, with one swift move, he plucks the whiskey glass from my hands and sets it on the coffee table. A split second later, he grabs me by the back of the head and pulls me into a ravenous kiss. Everything goes white as I close my eyes and dissolve into him. The heat between us is undeniable.

My heart is on a thundering gallop as my pulse quickens beyond control. My breath is taken away as our lips meld together, as his tongue wrestles with mine.

“Fucking hell, Cora,” he whispers when we break apart, then suckles on my lower lip.

A moan escapes from my throat. “Sebastian…”

“Come here,” he growls and yanks me onto his lap.

I’m straddling him on the sofa. I gasp as his hands roam up and down my body—searching, kneading, grabbing and squeezing—exploring me from top to bottom as I melt into him. We kiss, hungrily, desperately.

“Are you sure you want this?” Sebastian asks.

“More than I’ve wanted anything in a long time,” I reply, running my fingers through his hair.

With a satisfied smile, he lifts me off his lap and turns me over. I end up on my back with him on top of me, trailing kisses down the side of my neck as he peels my jeans off. Before I know it, I’m half-naked beneath him.

“Oh.” I whisper as he hooks his fingers into my panties, his face just above my throbbing clit.

“Objection?” he pauses, his lips dangerously close to the wet mound aching for his undivided attention.

“None. Don’t stop.”

“In this house, you don’t give orders,” Sebastian says, the blue in his eyes turning pitch-black as he removes my panties. My pussy is so wet, his hot breath against it causing me to wiggle beneath him. “I do. Are we clear, Cora?”

“Yes,” I reply. I like this game. Why deprive myself of it?

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” I follow his lead, and he smiles.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, then begins to lick and suckle my clit.

My hips tilt upward, and I quiver as I look down at him. “Oh, Sebastian.”

“You taste like fucking heaven, Cora.”

His tongue slides between my slick folds, my clit swollen and tender. His lips close around it, and every nerve ending I have comes alive. I whimper as he brings a hand up and slips it under my sweater, searching for my breasts. The other hand probes my entrance.

“You’re so ready for me,” he groans, then proceeds to ravenously eat my pussy.

I lose all control and give into it.

His tongue swirls and conquers my flesh. His fingers enter me, curling with every retreat. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge as I hold on to his head, a silent plea not to stop. I feel the pressure building as my pussy clenches tightly around his fingers. He goes faster and faster as he sucks on my clit, applying the perfect pressure with the tip of his tongue.

“Right there,” I gasp. “Just like that!”

I listen to the sound of his ragged breathing and incessant licking as he feasts on me. I come undone, pulsating like a supernova as the orgasm claims me. Sebastian drinks me whole and licks up every drop.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says.

My eyes peel open, my vision still hazy, my pussy still quivering in ecstasy.

As my vision clears, a naked Sebastian appears before me. When the hell did he take his clothes off? “Oh, wow,” I mutter,admiring his sculpted physique. Ropes of muscle stretch across his toned torso, curls of black hair making me want to lick my lips. His arms and shoulders are covered in monochrome tattoos that extend down his back—a variety of themes converging into one another while a ribbon of swirling text reaches from his left shoulder to his right.

His cock is enormous, long and thick, and the sight of it makes me even wetter as I long to feel him inside me. I love how solid his thighs are, the chiseled hips above, and every single scar scattered along the right side of his torso.

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