Page 91 of Their Christmas Miracle

Lexi

Lexi gasped when he tied her ankles to the bed. Blindfolded, she could see only a small trickle of light leaking in from the bottom of the silk. Enough to make out her breasts and her feet, if she tried.

Enough to make out a cock, bouncing and pulsing as he moved around and faced her.

Lexi pushed the gag out of her mouth — he hadn’t bothered to tie it tightly at all — and licked her lips. She wanted to taste him, wanted him inside her, wanted him to go down on her. Everything now. But he was the one in charge, and she would have to wait her turn.

He took his cock in his hands and slapped it against her clit. Lexi moaned, able to see some of what he was doing, but not everything. She shuddered and bucked her hips forward, but he took his cock out of harm’s way before she could touch him.

“Please, Master,” she whispered. “Fuck me now. Fuck me hard, any way you want.”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he gripped her thigh and parted her legs even further. Then he went to his knees. Lexi threw back her head, gasping at the ceiling as a tongue flicked against her clit.

She moved her hips forward, and he stiffened his tongue. And she rode him like that, her sex sliding over his lips as she bucked forward and back.

He rammed a two fingers inside her, making her squeal with pleasure. Then three. She gasped and writhed at the end of his tongue, her climax building as he explored every wet inch of her sex.

Standing fast enough to make her stumble to the side, he carried on shoving his fingers inside her, his thumb now drawing circles around her clit.

Lexi wailed, cringing as a shuddering wave of pleasure tore through her, but then his mouth was on hers, stifling her. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue.

But this was different.

Why was he kissing her so softly? Mason loved to take ownership of her mouth, his tongue filling her roughly and forcefully, leaving her mewling and incapable of breath.

But now he was moving so slowly and carefully. It made no sense. Her eyes flickered open, but she couldn’t see. A hard stroke of her clit turned her thoughts to ash as a lick of flame chased its way through her.

He slid his cock inside her without warning. One minute she had a cluster of fingers inside her, probing her g-spot, the next… a long, thick cock that filled her until she felt she would burst.

“Yes,” she cried out shuddering around his shaft.

“More?” he asked in an alien whisper.

“Yes!”

So more she got. She moved onto tiptoes but he followed her, ignoring her gasping pleas. He strummed her clit with his fingers, and she shimmied to the side.

“No, please. I’m going to cum,” she yelled.

“That’s the point, princess,” he muttered. “Now cum for me.”

“Come with me!”

That did it: he unleashed her ankles, grabbed hold of her thighs, and drew her up so that her legs could lock around his hips.

She used the ropes as leverage, drawing herself up and down the length of his cock as he groaned and shuddered beneath her. It felt amazing, taking him like this. With every bouncing thrust, her clit rubbed over his stomach. His fingers chafed the outer folds of his sex, and she willed his fingers closer to her back door, where he knew how to touch her to make her cum in an explosion of ecstasy.

“Touch me!” she cried out, when his fingers refused to move.

“I am,” came the breathless response.

“Back there,” she said, gasping as her climax soared closer.

“What?”

“Mason, touch me already. I’m going to cum!”

“What?”

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