Page 71 of Merry Kissmas

I laugh.“You do not.”

“Are you testing my memory?”he asks, his cocky smirk turning into a wicked grin.“If I remember correctly, you liked it when I blew on it.”He purses his lips and blows a hot breath.

Another shiver races up my spine.I moan, my hand slipping down to thread through his hair.

“And you liked it when I did this.”He nibbles the inside of each of my thighs, licking the spot right after to ease the sting.

My back sinks further into the mattress as I arch my hips.

“And you loved my teasing.”He places gentle kisses closer and closer to my center, his large palms wrapping around my legs.

I swallow the saliva filling my mouth.

“Then your eyes rolled back when I took a deep inhale of you.”His nose nudges along my clit, and I hear his intake of breath.

Holy hell, he’s taking me to the brink, and he’s barely touched me.

“Most of all, you loved it when my face was buried.”He grips my ass, tugging me forward.“My tongue.Remember my tongue?”He drags the tip of his tongue from my clit down to my opening and back up again.

My free hand grips the comforter, and I arch my hips again.

“You smell just as good as I remembered.”He sucks my clit, his tongue lazily circling, and I become dizzy from the pleasure he’s giving me.

My legs become weightless as he laps me up.

“Pierce,” I moan.

He strips his mouth off me, and I whimper.Rising up to my elbows, I stare down the length of my body at his face between my thighs.

“Like what you see?”he asks.

“Very much.”

He chuckles and buries his face back in my pussy, but this time he increases his speed, taking me to the edge so fast, I want to repeat the process.I grip his hair, and he groans, feasting on me, his tongue teasing my opening, his nose running along my sensitive clit.When I can’t take any more, his hands slide up my body, reaching for my tits and pinching my nipples.

My ass rises off the mattress, bucking, needing the friction, desperation clawing at my insides.And then it comes, barreling down on me, and I’m unable to stop it before I’m crying out, trying to close my thighs from it all feeling like too much.

He slows down, and the stars that fill my eyes finally clear.

Rising on my elbows, I watch as he pushes up and sits back on his ankles, wiping his face with the back of his hand.My insides clench.

“As good as you remembered?”He rips open the wrapper and slides the condom down his thick length before chuckling and falling over me.

“Cocky, huh?”

He sears my lips with his, and I wrap my arms around his neck, losing myself in him again.

“Want to ride me?I’m gonna feign not remembering.”

I push on his chest, and he flips to his back.Straddling him, I hold the base of his cock and sink down on him.

“Bloody hell,” he says when he’s fully seated inside me.

“Yeah.”I rock back and forth slowly at first, his hands on my hips.

The way his fingernails press into my flesh, I realize he’s far from needing anything slow.So I ride him faster, my hands on his chest, the light sprinkling of his chest hair running through my splayed palms.He looks magnificent below me, and I realize quickly that I could get used to this life.

“You feel so damn good.”His voice is a rough whisper.

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