Page 39 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

I laugh, breathless. “You’re the one kissing me like this.”

“Maybe because I can’t help it.” His hands find the waistband of my leggings, tugging gently. “And you don’t want me to stop.”

“J-Jamie…” I protest weakly, but his fingers slide beneath the fabric, teasing me just right. A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it, and I curse my own weakness.

“Just relax.” He says, rubbing his knuckles over my wet thong, and I feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through me. “Let me take care of you.”

I push against him, trying to regain control. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, his eyes darkening with desire. I can’t form the words, but my body betrays me as I arch into his touch, begging for more. He pulls off my sweater, dropping it on the floor.

“I want…” My voice trails off as he tugs at my lip with his teeth, his gaze focused on my bright pink bra. I want to tell him to stop, but all I can do is moan when he leans down and sucks on my nipple through the fabric.

“God, Jamie,” I cry out, feeling a heat radiate through me, erasing every shred of hesitation. “We can’t.”

“Who says we can’t?” He lifts me onto the counter with surprising ease, making me feel weightless.

I knock a bowl to the floor, the clatter echoing in the room.

“Sorry,” I whisper, but the look in his eyes says he doesn’t care.

“Don’t be sorry.” His voice is thick with desire as he grips my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter. “You’re gonna love this.”

All my thoughts jumble together as he kneels in front of me, his mouth hovering just above where I need him most. “J-Jamie, what are you doing?”

“I’m giving you what you want.” He smirks, and before I can protest, his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. “I know you want this.”

“Oh, God,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as pleasure washes over me. “Please…”

“I knew you didn’t finish,” he teases, flicking his tongue again, and I can’t hold back a moan. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“Jamie, I…I can’t think,” I whimper, the heat building inside me. “Just don’t stop.”

He flattens his tongue against me, and I’m teetering on the edge, my body shaking with every flick and caress. “I’m gonna…”

“Not yet,” he growls, pulling back just enough to leave me hanging.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I whimper, desperate and needy.

“Because I want you to remember this,” he says, his fingers brushing my inner thigh, teasing and torturing me. “I want you to beg for it.”

“Fine! I’ll beg!”

He laughs, low and deep, his hands gripping my thighs, keeping me spread open. “Then beg, Savannah. Tell me how much you need me.”

“Please, Jamie! I need you so bad,” I cry, my breath hitching.

“Good girl,” he says again, diving back in, and I lose it.

The world narrows down to just him, just the heat and pleasure, and I can’t think of anything else. Every sensation is amplified, every flick of his tongue sending me spiraling.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my fingers curling into his hair. “Don’t you dare stop!”

He doesn’t. He keeps going, the pressure building until I’m shaking, teetering on the edge of something explosive.

“Jamie, I…”

“Not yet. I want you to come on my tongue.”

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