Page 71 of Christmas Kisses

I’ll even let her crush my family jewels if it is the only way to return the lively spark her eyes are now missing.

Fingers crossed my mouth will supply adequate resuscitation.

“The instant you want this to stop, say the word and I will stop.” I dig my hand into her hair as it has been begging to do all night and then bring her lips so close to mine that we share the same air. “Until then, I’m going to kiss you how I’ve wanted since I first laid eyes on you.”

I wait for the excitement in her eyes to detonate before I reacquaint our lips so firmly that her back arches into a C. She trembles when I run my tongue over her lips before plunging it into her delicious mouth.

Within seconds, our embrace goes further than the one minutes ago. It includes a ton of purring and enough grinds to ensure I’ll have to check my sweatpants for a wet patch before I wear them again.

A goddess is under me and moaning—her skin as heavenly soft as the divine taste of her mouth. I’ve never been kissed like this or kissed anyone like this. It is a first for receiving and giving and has me on the verge of coming in my pants like a sophomore.

Needing more, I tug Angel down the sofa before deepening our kiss. I bite at her lips and duel our tongues while rockingmy hips at a smooth, controlled pace, dampening her panties further.

“So. Good. Feels so good,” she moans into my mouth, grinding up.

I tighten my fist still tangled in a mass of curls, tugging the roots of her fantastic hair. Her head thrusts back, urging me to do it again as her pussy rubs along my stiffened shaft.

I grip her hair firmly, holding her in place, before doubling the speed of my rocks.

She’s pliable under my touch in seconds, and my veins thrum with lust.

When she pulls back to suck in a much-needed breath, I continue rolling my hips in rhythm to the frantic thrusts of her breasts, drawing out more moans. Her eyes are free of the encumbrances they faced only minutes ago, hardened with lust.

I’m going to hell. Straight to the fiery depths of despair for using her vulnerability against her. But fuck if I can stop this. I can feel the heat of her pussy as she rubs it along my cock and smell its no doubt delicious palette.

God himself couldn’t stop this now.

“Guide me,” I plead, needing direction to ensure I don’t take this too far.

I won’t gripe a single moan if she wants to stop this now. I’ll plop her back onto her side of the sofa, stalk to the shower, and then stroke one out in silence. She won’t face a single objection.

When I say that to Angel, her moans thicken. They come so hard and fast that I have no choice but to rope my arm around her back and pull her up until her sexy thighs cuddle my waist and her erect nipples stab my bare chest.

“Christian,” she whispers in my ear, pinching the last morsel of my control. “Please. I want you.”

I’m done.

Done.

So. Fucking. Done.

Her wet panties cling to the back of my hand when I dip it between us so I can yank my pants down my thighs. My cock springs free with a boing as the most erotic moan rolls up Angel’s chest.

She wraps her hand around my shaft, making it look extra thick and long since her hand is so dainty.

“Christ,” I grit out, struggling not to blow my load when she glides her thumb over the glistening slit, collecting a droplet of pre-cum from the tip.

Her hand feels divine, and I groan while imagining how good the rest of her will feel.

I want to drive home, to nail her to the plastic with needy, dramatic pumps. But I also want to take my time with her.

I’ve never felt more conflicted.

My hands shoot out to grip her waist when her tongue darts out to replenish her lips. She wets her mouth like her daydream mimics mine—that she is dying to circle her lips around my cock’s head.

God, I want her, but as quickly as the urge to claim her as mine arose the first time I laid eyes on her, she reminds me of why I should have said no when Jimmy suggested I take on this assignment instead of him. “Aww… look at how cute his little head is.”

Little?

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