Page 22 of Santa's Pretty Helper

“I’m sure,” I say, and he kisses me, making heat pool low in my belly, making my toes curl, making my pussy clench desperately. He rolls us so that I’m splayed on top of him, my barely covered pussy resting right on top of the bulge in his jeans.

“Grind on me, sweetheart. Tease me with what I finally get to have.” His hands are in my hair, pulling my mouth back tohis as I swivel my hips, working my pussy over his impossibly hard bulge. “Fuck, you feel so good, Bella. Like you were made for me. Christ.” Heat spears through me, my clit throbbing as I grind against him, as he fucks my mouth with his perfect tongue. “Fuck, just like that,” he groans, his breathing ragged. “Does that feel good? Is grinding on my big cock making your little pussy wet and needy?”

“Jesus, your mouth,” I gasp. “I feel like I’m going to melt into a puddle when you say those things to me, Gabe.”

“But you like it, don’t you? When I say filthy things to you?”

“I love it,” I moan. “And yes, it feels so good. It’s only enough to be a tease, but it’s so good. Because it’s you. Us.”

“Fuck, yes,” he growls, claiming my mouth in a bruising kiss. “Wanted you for so long, sweetheart. So fucking long.”

My stomach does somersaults as my heart beats frantically in my chest. Gabe’s wanted me all this time, too. Like we were meant for each other. Destined to be together, no matter the circumstances.

“Can I unwrap my present now?” he asks, nipping along my jaw, and I nod.

“Please,” I whimper, and I raise up to my knees, still straddling him. With agonizing slowness, he tugs at the bow covering my breasts, and inch by inch, the satin slides free, exposing my breasts and my pussy all at once.

“Oh, fucking hell,” he breathes, his eyes bright in the dim light of his bedroom as they drink me in. My skin feels his gaze like a touch, sparks dancing across my nerve endings. My nipples are achingly hard. I’m soaked, wetter than I’ve ever been, despite my nerves. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life, Bella. I don’t deserve this.” He pushes the satin straps down over my shoulders and the rest of the teddy falls away, leaving me completely bare. “Can I taste you?” heasks, his gaze zeroing in on my pussy. “I’ve spent so much time thinking about how you taste, how you’d feel on my tongue.”

I bite my lip and nod. “Yes, please. I want that, too.”

“Then come sit on my face like a good girl.”

Oh holy hell.

I swallow and then crawl up Gabe’s still fully clothed body, gripping the headboard for support as I hover a few inches above him.

“Christ, look at you,” he breathes, and I gasp softly when I feel his breath feather over my sensitive flesh. “So fucking pretty. Stunning. Cute little clit, hard and poking out, needing attention. Pink and wet. You’ve got the most gorgeous cunt, Bella.” He inhales deeply, as though he’s pulling the scent of my arousal deep into his lungs. “Tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s yours, Gabe. Every single part of me is yours.”

“My good girl,” he murmurs, turning his head to kiss up the inside of my thigh. “Put your weight on me. Ride my mouth.”

I do, moving up another inch and then sinking down until my pussy is directly over Gabe’s mouth. The sensation is shocking in its intensity, and I jolt, tightening my grip on the headboard. Gabe groans as he kisses my pussy, licking over my lips and then sucking gently on my swollen clit.

“Oh god,” I moan, unable to tear my gaze away from Gabe’s face between my legs. “That feels so good.”

He licks and kisses me slowly, his lips and tongue like magic between my thighs. He swirls his tongue over my clit and then licks every inch of me, from my clit to my dripping entrance.

“Fuck, sweet girl. Your pussy tastes like heaven. I’m already addicted. Gonna need my mouth on you every single day.” He kisses my pussy the same way he kissed my mouth earlier, and I’m swept away by the sensation of it. I moan loudly as his tongue slides inside me, fucking me a couple of times beforeretreating. The sucking kisses he places on my clit have me squeezing the headboard so hard my knuckles are white.

“Gabe,” I breathe, and I feel like I’m coming undone. It’s a heady feeling, living out a fantasy I’ve had for years, especially when it’s so much better than I ever imagined.

He groans and slides his tongue inside me again. “Such a tight little virgin hole, sweetheart. And it’s all mine to use and fill.”

“Only yours,” I manage and he groans against me, the vibrations of his voice making me gasp.

“That’s right. Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you, Bella?”

I nod, words failing me. Gabe’s hands go to my hips, and he starts working me against his mouth as he keeps licking and sucking, kissing, devouring, and I feel the spark of my orgasm come to life inside me. It’s not a matter ofifbutwhenI come.

The sound of his mouth on me fills the room, and it’s beautiful and dirty and obscene all at the same time. The wet slide of his mouth against my swollen pussy, the kissing and sucking sounds, the creak of the mattress, our soft moans and breathy sighs all tangle together.

“I’m gonna put a finger inside your tight little pussy,” he says, and I love that he’s being so soft with me. “Need to start working you open for me.”

“I’ve thought about how it would feel,” I say, my voice a breathy whisper. “Especially after watching you cam. I’ve touched myself imagining you’re inside me.”

He groans and kisses my pussy deeply, bringing me closer to the edge. I feel the tip of his finger at my entrance, my head falling back as he pushes slowly inside.

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