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“And we’re going to Doctenn for Christmas.”

Relief unyieldingly rolls around her expression.

“I’ve already been in touch with our pilot; however, I still need to contact Mildred, our property keeper, Park – about a last-minute security plan – Temps – to help the girls pack and see if they wanna go – Clark and Lauren, J.T. and Nae, plus I need to get in touch with Brie and Kellan to see if it’spossiblethat they can make time for their daughter to evenseeour son.”

“Of course, it’s possible,” Bryn boastfully beams. “We’re having Christmas dinner with them at the palace.”

My head falls to one side in disbelief.

“Yeah, so, while I wasactivelysupporting your ‘no’ – because you know parents united front bullshit – I was alsoactivelyputting things in place for the hopeful ‘yes’.” Her smile swiftly stretches from ear to ear. “And by I, I meanwebecause let’s face it. When it comes to planning shit – especially big family shit – no one is better at it than Mom and Clark.”

“So, everyone and everything is pretty much ready to go?”

“They’re just waiting on your green light,Saint Dick.”

“What I’m about to do with my dick isfarfrom saintly.” Before she can even consider scrambling away, my fingers slide along the curve of her ass and possessively clamp down. “Can I unwrap my gift now, Little Prey?”

The love of my life bites her bottom lip.

Lightly hums in feigned contemplation.

“Tell me yes.” I slide my middle finger underneath the thin string and lightly press it against the backside of her recently waxed pussy causing her mouth to crack open just enough for my thumb to slip into the gap where it teasingly traces the space. “I see my name right here.” Delicious defiance dancing in her crystal gaze prompts me to push the tip of my digit deeper into the wet warmth that’s wordlessly begging for it. “Tell me I can have what’s mine.”

Her glare becomes even more hooded on an airy, “Yes.”

Pleased grumbles preface additional feathery presses. “Yes, what?”

“Yes,” she moans out as her nails momentarily cut into the fabric of my t-shirt. “Yes, you can have me.”

This time it’s me who gets to display a triumphant grin.

Gliding my hands up the length of her spine is followed by them working together to undo the hooks holding her bra in place. The instant they’re undone, the lacy red material loosens allowing me to guide my fingertips along the straps to assist in the removal process. Down… down…down…goes the accessory, slowly but surely exposing her full tits.

Her dark nipples which are now hardening under my stare.

That I love towatchharden under my stare.

Ravenously cupping them both occurs before the object has even managed to hit the ground. “Still so fucking perfect, Little Prey.” My thumbs greedily graze the peeks. “And still all mine.”

Capturing one hardened nipple between my teeth receives a delectable gasp, while sinking them in further, adding pressure along with the tiniest inkling of pain pushes Bryn to eagerly latch her fingers onto my locks.

Pull me closer.

Command I keep going.

Keep nipping.

Keep whirling the very tip of my tongue around and around and around while her entire body rolls into the action.

Follows the pattern.

Speed.

Trembles when I relinquish my hold only to uncontrollably shudder when I resume the sucking on the other side.

Except it’s harder.

And hungrier.

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