Page 41 of The Christmas You Crash

“Don’t worry, Lex. I got you.”

She cries out when I flatten my tongue against her clit before suckling on it lightly. “Please, please, please,” she chants. Both hands run through my hair. I hiss against her pussy when she threads her fingers through my strands and tugs on them. My dick is aching. I’m rock hard. Hell, if I’m not careful, I’ll end up coming just from the sounds Lexi makes and the pressure of her fingers gripping my hair.

I need to make her come, so I can bury myself in her wet pussy. I need to make her scream my name.

Thrusting two fingers inside of her, I curve them. She gasps. Lexi’s stomach tightens and hollows out and her thighs shake. She’s so close to the edge. It won’t take much to push her over it.

“Come for me, Lexi,” I order. The words vibrate against her clit as I speak them. I drag my fingers along her inner walls faster and faster, pumping them in and out more erratically. Her breathy pleas fill the room, and she thrashes her head back and forth on the bed. “Come for me.” I suck hard on her clit, and her body goes rigid. A scream tears from her throat as her back arches off the bed. I don’t stop pumping my fingers, but I release her clit, only to lap at it with my tongue.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants. When she starts to pull away from me, I wrap my arms around her thighs, pinning her in place. I’m determined to drag this orgasm out as long as I can. “Oh god, Ryder. It’s too much. Please, it’s too much.”

With a last, lazy lick, I release her before surging up her body and claiming her mouth with mine. The taste of her pleasure coats my lips, and I want her to know how delicious she is. And she is delicious. I’m tempted to ignore my throbbing dick and go down on her again.

“How do you feel?” I ask against her lips. Her hooded eyes and slow smile say plenty.

“So good. You’re quite talented with your tongue.”

“I’m even better with my dick.” I roll my hips, grinding my erection against her hip. “Why don’t you let me show you just how talented I am?”

When her slender fingers wrap around my shaft and give it a lazy stroke, it’s my turn to moan.

“I’d like nothing more.”

twenty

LEXI

When I first met Ryder Hanson, Ithought he was going to kill me. Now Iknowhe will.

Death by orgasm. Impaled by dick. Croaked from the cock.

What a way to go.

“You’re so big,” I whisper as I draw my fingers up and down his silky, hard shaft. They don’t even touch. He’s too big. I mean, I don’t have super long piano-player fingers or anything, but they’re not tiny little doll hands, either. Ryder’s penis is just...girthy.

Ew.

Why does that word gross me out? It’saccurate, but still.Ew.

Thick. Ryder’s dick is thick. I wonder if it will fit in my mouth. Or my vagina. It might just split me right in half. My tombstone will readHere lies both halves of Lexi Cross. She died doing what she loved. Riding an impressive cock.

Worth it.

“Lexi? Lex?” Ryder’s amused voice pulls me out of my head. I give it a little shake and force my eyes to focus on his smilingface. His lips twitch before flashing straight, white teeth. I wonder if they’re all his? “Lexi, where did you go?”

“Huh?”

Ryder’s laughter vibrates through my body, making my nipples tighten painfully. “I said your name like five times, and you were off in your own little world.”

I give his dick another stroke. “Just imagining what my headstone will say when I die.”

Dark brown eyebrows climb to Ryder’s hairline as his lips continue to twitch. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Don’t worry about it,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Are you going to fuck me sometime tonight?”

The way he stares at me with massive, round eyes that crinkle more and more at the corners makes me grin. Then he buries his face in my neck and laughs. “Eager, baby?”

Hell, yes.“You have condoms, right? Please tell me you have condoms, because it’s not like one of us can run out to the gas station with all this snow on the roads.”

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