Page 12 of Christmas Kisses

And I love every damn minute of it.

She can’t stop moaning. My name rips from her mouth on repeat as her deliciously sinful pussy makes a mess of my face.

As she chases release, my balls pull in close to my body while the shakes of ecstasy extend from her body to mine.

Being used as a vessel of pleasure is almost enough for me to get off. Cum is cresting at the crown of my cock, begging to be released, but I’m enjoying this too much to give in to its needs right now.

I want to feel Kelsey’s orgasm dribbling over my chin, to smell it on my skin hours later.

I want her so fucking wet that she won’t stop thinking about this day for years to come.

“Yes, yes,yes,” she moans on repeat, tossing her head back.

She bucks against me, groaning through the stars forming too fast for her to control.

Then she lets go. She freefalls into orgasmic bliss while screaming a string of illegible words I can’t work out since she clamped her thighs around my head to steady her shakes.

She climaxes likes a rockstar before she tries to pretend there’s no chance of an encore.

“No. God, no,” Kelsey murmurs, shuffling back when I flutter my tongue over her still-deliciously-firm clit. “You can’t do that so soon after making me?—”

I flick her clit with my tongue again, causing a brutal shudder to wrack through both of us.

“Zane…”

Fuck me. That couldn’t sound hotter.

When my name in a lusty tone is the extent of her protest, I help myself to a second serving of dessert. I eat her until the wetness slicking from the tip of my nose to my chin is close to dripping down my cheeks.

Her arousal would have puddled around my ears minutes ago if I weren’t so eager to lap it up. That’s how drenched she is.

When Kelsey’s rocks hasten, announcing I’m getting close to tipping the axis of her world for the second time, I place all my focus on her clit. I lick it, bite it, and suck it between my lips.

“Zane…”

The desperate way she says my name this time drives me wild.

I want to sink into her—to fuck her how I’m certain she’s never been fucked.

I want all her future orgasms and then some.

Since I am desperate to control some of the insanity firing through me, I flick my tongue over her swollen clit like a maniac. I take all the control until there’s no doubt whose name she’s screaming, and then I aim to give her what she hoped to achieve when she kissed me in my sister’s office.

I endeavor to fuck the need for revenge right out of her.

Things move so fast that my pants are huddled to my knees, and my cock is sheathed with a condom, by the time I pull a deliriously limp Kelsey from my face to my lap.

Alcohol isn’t responsible for her floppy state. She’s drunk now instead of on the verge of tipsy, but back-to-back orgasms and the possibility of more are the sole cause of her inebriated status.

Her body is humming. Every part I touch vibrates in response to the spark it causes, and the fiery embers almost turn catastrophic when I stuff my cock inside her.

We moan in sync when the eagerness of my thrusts has her ass slapping my thighs and the head of my cock hitting her cervix.

My moan is more pleasurable than Kelsey’s.

After circling her hips to loosen herself up for me, Kelsey uses the rolltop feature of my couch as a tether while attempting to control the jerking movement of her hips. She rises and falls on my cock a handful of times, each descent a smidge faster than the one before.

Within no time, she adopts a rhythm she finds pleasurable. It’s somewhere between making love and fucking like a wild animal.

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