Page 21 of Mountain Man Santa

“I’ll try, baby.”

“You’ll come when I tell you to and not a moment sooner. I was patient before, but now I’m serious. You got me?”

I nod.

“Or else you don’t get any of this thick, juicy cock.”

“Yes, Jerry, I promise.”

“Good girl.” Without hesitation, he dives into my mound with his hot, wet tongue. My hips arch up towards his face, and I let out a high-pitched cry as his velvety warmth circles my clit for the first time, making my eyes roll back in my head.

“Damn!” I pant.

He laughs darkly, putting his arm over my lower abdomen so I can’t move. “You taste fucking amazing, Stacey. Shit, how have we worked together for two years, and I don’t know this about you?”

“Because I’m not that kind of—” I scream again as he dives back in, swirling and flicking me with his tongue. He alternates between slurping, lapping, and nipping me with the edge of histeeth, enough to set my body on edge and leave me begging for more. Bringing his big hand to my pussy lips, he splays them open with his first and middle fingers focusing on my clit. Lighting up my entire body and making me moan in ecstasy.

I had no idea it could be like this. My head feels foggy, swimming far away, and I beg, “Please, Jerry. Please don’t stop. This feels so—” I cry out again as he penetrates me with his tongue, making my hips rise to meet each thrust. My hand tangles in his shower-damp hair, gently but insistently keeping his head right where I want it.

“You’re so wet for me. I fucking love it. And your flavor. Damn, I could eat you out for hours.” He sticks his head up with a lopsided grin, his beard shiny with my arousal. “You’ve been warned.”

I sharply exhale as he returns to teasing my clit with his lips and tongue before dropping lower to lick my slit from my ass to my clit, sucking my pussy lips in and out of his mouth as he goes. He makes naughty, wet noises—the kind that would disgust Elliott to no end.

I didn’t think I’d like them either. But to my shock, hearing Jerry hard at work to please me tightens my pussy, placing me moments from exploding.

The speed of his tongue picks up as he slides a finger into me, moaning against my swollen clit. The vibrations of the deep sound shuttle through my whole body, incinerating me. “Don’t you come until I tell you. Got it, baby?”

“Yes, Jerry,” I scream. “But I can’t take much?—”

“Take it!” he orders darkly. His pointer finger slides sensually in and out of me as he licks and teases me. Finding the rough spot near the front of my slick channel, he bends his finger, stimulating the bundle of nerves as he sucks my swollen pearl. “Fucking take it.” Closing my eyes, I climb the precipiceof messy, crazy, wild sex, savoring every second of this filthy yumminess.

“Jerry, I’m so close. Please!” I scream, my hips bucking towards his face as he flicks my clit again, letting me feel the edge of his teeth. His finger strokes my G-spot demandingly, and my whole body goes tense and tight, anticipating the wicked crash laid out before me.

“You’ve got a greedy little pussy, you know, sucking on my finger. You want my cock buried deep inside, don’t you?”

I nod, unable to speak. My breath comes so fast that I feel like I’m hyperventilating. Words and thoughts no longer exist as I struggle to hold back.

“Alright, you’ve been a good girl this time. Come for me, baby.” His big, thick tongue rolls over my clit, and I climax so hard I see stars.

He growls with satisfaction, clamping me down with his massive forearm and mercilessly devouring me. Licking and sucking my honey, he doesn’t stop until I writhe under him, trying to push his head away because of the intense sensitivity.

Instead of giving me a moment to pause, he jumps up, removing his jogging pants to reveal thick, muscular thighs and legs and his massive erect cock. It stands so firm and engorged that it looks angry.

Sitting back down, he wraps his large, rough hands around my waist, hoisting me up onto his lap. “Is this what you want, baby girl?” he whispers seductively. It’s worlds away from the grumpy, bossy, cook voice I’m used to.

“Yes, baby. You’re all I want.” His eyes melt, and he leans into me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and letting me taste myself on his lips and beard. I’m sticky and slippery as I straddle him with my knees resting on the couch. Grabbing my hips possessively, he pulls me slowly down over his rod, making me scream again as his chest rumbles with pleasure.

“Goddammit,” he pants, holding my hips so tightly I feel like he could bruise me. “I cannot get over how good your pussy feels. Like the fucking ocean, warm and wet. Your walls are so thick now, baby. The way you grip my cock is fucking perfection.”

His hands guide my hips up and down his rod until I steady one arm around his neck, finding my balance and taking over. “That’s right, Shortie,” he pants. “Work me hard. Ride that cock, baby. It’s all yours.”

“Is it?” I sigh, hovering over him, savoring every inch from his tip licking my pussy lips to his full length and thickness, squeezed tightly inside of me, stretching me to the point of pleasurable pain. “Why didn’t we figure this out sooner, Jerry? We wasted two years not doing this.”

His mouth crashes into mine again, his kiss passionate and demanding as I continue to slide over his massive cock. “Let’s make up for it now. Take what you need from me. Every bit of me is yours. I want to paint the walls of your pussy with my cum so that you smell like me and taste like me, and the whole fucking world knows you’re mine and mine alone.”

Such possessive words out of any other man would turn me off. But when Jerry says them, I feel amazing, like the most loved, desired woman in the world. Lifting the hoodie I wear, he buries his head underneath it, relishing the taste of my tits and swirling his skilled tongue around my nipples. He sucks me in and out of his mouth with teasing nips and bites…adoring me with kisses and swipes of his tongue as his hands caress my back, raising goose bumps on my flesh. Sensory overload grips me, and I scream wildly, drenching his legs in my cum.

Pulling himself free of the hoodie again, he stares at me adoringly as he screams, “Yes, Stace! Fuck me, girl.” Retaking control, he slams my hips into his pelvis as my pussy milks his rod, spasming around him.

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