Page 7 of Light of Christmas

I wrap my arms around her as she hums to some Christmas tune playing softly in the background.

“You look happy,” I say, nuzzling into her neck.

Logan relaxes against my chest while stirring the soup on the stove.

“I am. I didn’t realize how tense and on edge I have been. I’m really glad you convinced me to come.”

“I knew you would. And about you feeling tense. I think you still are…”

Logan glances up at me. “Huh?”

I don’t answer and glide my hand underneath her shirt. I cup her lace underwear and press her against my hard as stone cock.

The sight of her dancing around in my shirt and being so carefree had my cock hard instantly.

Logan lets out a low moan as she clues into what I’m doing.

Nipping at her ear, I ask, “How long until dinner is ready?”

“Umm…thirty minutes, but I have to get the cookies in soon.”

I spin her around and lift her, depositing her on the counter next to the bowl of cookie dough and icing.

“I think you need my help with these cookies Angel. I would hate for you to make a mess all over this nice kitchen.”

I dip my finger in the icing and bring it to her mouth. Logan stares down at me with hunger in her piercing green eyes. Her tongue darts out to lick the frosting but I pull it back at the last second and place it in my mouth. Her eyes follow the path of my tongue on my finger and her legs squeeze together.

“Mmm. That’s good. You should try some.”

Logan nods eagerly.

I unbuckle my pants and in one swift move, shed my jeans and underwear. My cock juts out like a steel pipe, precum leaking from the head. Logan doesn’t hide her stares as she bites her lip.

“Hungry pretty girl?”

Logan jumps down from the counter and drops to her knees. She instantly goes to bring my cock into her mouth but I stop her.

“Not so fast. I want you to try the icing.” I say as I take a spoonful of icing and drizzle it along the length of my cock. I watch as Logan’s eyes widen, and her legs squeeze together.

“Go ahead, baby. Have a taste.”

Logan doesn’t hesitate as her tongue darts out, licking my length up and down.

By the time she cleans all the icing off, my cock is weeping and begging to be inside of her, but I hold off thrusting into her mouth.

Bending down, I lift her to the counter again, surprise shining on her face.

Logan has admitted more than once that sucking my dick is one of her biggest turn ons and I’m not fucking complaining but I need to taste her.

“Shirt off,” I say as I take a spoon full of icing and start drawing a line from her ankle to her pussy. Logan tosses the shirt across the room and watches as I continue the path up her stomach to her peaked nipples. I end my path just below her ear.

Slowly I follow the path, cleaning every inch of icing off her body. When I get to her pussy, she is so wet, I can see her dripping onto the counter. Sucking her clit into my mouth, Logan’s hands tangle in my hair as she moans my name.

Her thighs squeeze my head and when she is about to come, I stop and finish my path down to her ankle.

“Bear. Please. I need…”

I don’t even give her a chance to finish her sentence before I am thrusting into her. Her head falls back as I hit her G spot with every motion.

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