Page 42 of Ho Ho Oh No

When she smiles at me this time, it’s pure and tender. “Thank you, babe.”

“Merry Christmas, sugar bear.”

She offers her mouth to me for a kiss, and I greedily accept. Those petal soft pillows mold to mine, beckoning me to savor every second.

Digging deep for my willpower, I pull back before getting carried away. It doesn’t take much for me to get lost in Lettie’s sweet kisses. If we’re going to play in the twenty-something minutes we have left, we need to get down to it.

“Get back here. I need more kisses,” she whines, dropping the gift on the bed and grabbing me with both hands. “I thought we were gonna fool around. Isn’t that why we’re both naked?”

Outmaneuvering her isn’t a challenge, so I’m free a second later. “We can’t try your present out if we’re making out.”

“We can if we apply ourselves. I’m willing to try. For science.”

“Not until we get this inside you.” I hold out my empty palm. “May I have it?”

She nibbles her lip and passes me the toy, glancing up at me like temptation incarnate. “Maybe we should open the special lube too. They probably work best together.”

I roll my eyes at her transparent attempt to get more early presents out of me. “Nice try. Very subtle.”

“I don’t like what you’re insinuating. I’m just sayin’... I might need the lube in order to get the toy inside me.”

“You won’t need lube by the time I’m done with you.”

“Oh.” She makes her brows dance and shimmies her shoulders, making her breasts bounce. “Yes, please.”

Her twang caresses my ears, and my cock twitches. “Those manners.” Setting the toy and remote to the side, I crawl on top of her and slowly lower until we’re pressed together.

She spreads her thighs for me, inviting me home. “Plenty more manners where those came from.”

I’m still smiling when I claim her mouth, swipe my tongue over the seam of her lips, and delve inside for a quick taste of my Lettie.

My sugar bear.

Like always, Lettie erodes my self-control with her very presence. Instead of teasing her, I tumble headfirst into lustfulbliss. Our bodies writhe and pulse with sexual energy. It’s impossible to tell which of us is more desperate for the other.

I capture each of her moans, gasps, and mewls in my kiss, swallowing them down to make them part of me forever. Her hips pulse and thrust upward, chasing friction and relief.

Her slickness coats the tip of my cock as it prods around her entrance like it has a mind of its own. She doesn’t even need a warm-up.

Fuck it. New plan.

I break away from her mouth, running my tongue over her jawline. “Doesmygreedy little pussy wanthercock?”

“I fucking love it when you claim it, babe,” she rasps, tilting her hips again. “Because every part of me is yours. And yes, please give memycock.”

Our lips collide again as I start to slip inside her body, euphoria dusting over us as we become one. Whether it’s the thousandth time or the first, it’s always perfection when she gives herself to me.

I drive farther, pushing through the sweet resistance. “You still my good girl, sugar?”

Her voice pitches high as she squeaks out, “Yes. Always.”

“Then be my good girl and take every last inch.” I slam forward and grit out. “Every.” Another pulse. “Last.” I bottom out and grind against her. “Inch.”

“Oh my god, Tomer.” She throws her head back, exposing her throat to me. “Feels so damn good.”

Bracing my forearms around her head, I cage her in and lock our gazes. “Fucking love you, Violet.”

“Love you too.”

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