Page 28 of Yule Tied Up

“It’s okay,” she says. “I love you.”

I think he’s going to fucking cry, but instead he lowers his head and does what he’s been ordered to do.

Kenzie clearly likes it, because she squirms and gasps and her cheeks turn pink. Despite the fucked-up situation, I grow hard at her response.

“Jesus, he’s big,” Eric says to Rory, noticing my reaction. “And look at those cock piercings, too. He ought to fuck her. Stretch her so we can see. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman get fucked by a pierced cock before.”

Rory does a little jig and laughs so hard he starts coughing. I get a wash of booze-laden breath over me and realize Rory has been drinking. As I watch them, I notice how lax their gun control is. How easily distracted they are.

I stare at Eric’s cheap, shiny Santa suit. That thing does not look like it’s flame retardant.

The heat of the fire at my back gives me an idea, but we’re going to need these fuckers behind us. Right now, they’re standing in front of the dining table, facing into the room that way, and I need them to move and stand by the fire. How, though?

I am about to take a massive risk, but if it works, it will pay off.

“I want a taste,” I snarl and stare down at Kirill as if I am angry at him.

Eric laughs, a weirdly high-pitched cackle for a man. “Do you boys ever fight over her pussy?”

“Sometimes,” Dom says.

Kirill looks up and seems confused. Christ, if he blows this, I’ll kill him myself. His face is slick with Kenzie’s juices, and suddenly, I’m not just being strategic. I really do need to taste her.

These men with their guns watching us makes me hard in a sick way I don’t want to examine. The fact we all might die soon means I need to taste our angel first.

I still dial in with the rational part of my brain and make sure I do as planned.

“Let him have a go,” Eric says.

I am standing at Mackenzie’s head and, as I kneel on the rug, I flip her over and order her up on all fours. Then I pull her ass into the air and push down on her back so she’s on her elbows, ass up. This way, her pussy is exposed to me. I grip her ass cheeks in both hands and lower my face to her. I cover her entire pussy with my mouth and push my tongue inside her. I groan as the taste of her, combined with the saltiness of our combined cum, floods my senses, and my cock grows harder. It takes all my self-control not to fist myself and masturbate.

She moans in return and pushes her wet core at me. She’s turned on, even with these two strangers watching. I know her responses well enough to understand this is real. She’s wet, and her pussy is clenching the way it does when she’s excited.

I eat at her, wanting her to come, needing it for myself, but also my plan.

I lick her clit, flicking at it, and she humps my face as she starts to gasp. Her thighs shake, and I know she’s going to come. Pushing three fingers in her and crooking them, I growl into her pussy. “Come for me, Kenzie. Soak me.”

She bucks back, her spine arching and her pussy contracting as she wails and comes so hard she almost breaks my fingers.

Wetness coats me and trickles down her legs. I keep pumping her. “She’s coming for me, and you’re missing it,” I say to the men.

They rush around behind me, guns still trained on us, as I had hoped. They stare in awe at Kenzie’s pussy as I work more wetness from her, pushing against her G-Spot as she moans and shakes.

I’m fucking wet too, precum running down my cock and glazing it like a donut.

Jesus, I know I’m going to hell, but this is hot.

“Fuck,” Eric says, pulling down his fake beard so the rest of his face is exposed. He looks like his brother—late twenties with acne-scarred skin and cruel, thin lips.

I turn to look at him, dragging my gaze from Kenzie. He’s fumbling with the pants of his Santa suit, trying to get his cock out, but he’s holding the shotgun, and it’s not like a handgun. He can’t easily keep it pointed with one hand in such a small space so close to us all.

“Get her standing again,” Eric orders.

I pet Kenzie’s pussy one last time and then withdraw my fingers. I help her stand. She’s still panting, her cheeks red and her nipples like bullets. Christ, she’s one of the horniest women I’ve ever met. She’s worse than me, and that’s saying something.

“I need to come,” Eric says, and there’s a desperation to his voice. “Get the little whore over here to suck me.”

“No!” Dom yells. “We made a deal.”

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