Page 14 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

I slide my hands down, grabbing her ass, pulling her against me. Her tights are so damn thin it’s like they’re daring me to rip them off, and hell, I’m up for the challenge.

“Jared,” she breathes, already wrecked, and we’ve barely even started.

I glance down at her legs, grinning like a bastard. “These poor tights,” I murmur, gripping them harder, teasing the fabric between my fingers. “They don’t stand a chance.”

Her eyes are half-lidded, lips parted, and that soft, desperate sound she makes—it’s all I need.

I tear into the tights with both hands, splitting them right down the middle, the sound of the fabric giving way is a rush, like the snap of tension between us. My fingers slide over her now bare thighs, her skin soft, warm, practically begging to be touched.

She whimpers as I shove her against the wall, sinking to my knees in front of her. “I’m not done ruining them yet.”

Before she can say anything, I have her panties pulled down, and my mouth is on her. She gasps, her hand tangling in my hair, yanking almost too hard, but I love it. I fucking love how lost she is already.

Her taste, sweet and intoxicating, spreads across my tongue, and I dive in deeper, licking and sucking until she’s whimpering like she can’t take it anymore.

“Jared, please,” she begs, her voice sounding almost broken.

I grin, pulling back for just a second, my breath hot against her. “You want more?”

She nods, biting her lip, and I notice that her legs are shaking.

“Good girl.” I don’t wait for her to answer, burying my face between her thighs again. My fingers slide inside her, just two, and she arches off the wall like she’s going to come undone.

Every thrust, every flick of my tongue drives her closer, and when she finally breaks, she shatters around me, crying out my name like a prayer.

I stand up, wiping my mouth, watching her try to catch her breath. She looks down at me, eyes wild. “Fuck, Jared.”

I grin. “You’re welcome.”

She pulls me in, lips crashing against mine.

I chuckle, feeling her hands slide under my shirt, fingertips tracing over my abs. She’s got this look on her face like she’s still starving, and it’s driving me insane.

She peels off my shirt, tossing it somewhere across the room, and her eyes light up like she’s unwrapping a damn present.

“Jesus,” she mutters, fingers trailing over my chest. “What kind of lawyer looks like this?”

I laugh, but the sound cuts off as she drops to her knees, hands already working my belt. The sound of the leather sliding out of the loops makes me harder than I thought possible, and when she tugs my pants down, I have to grip the edge of the dresser behind me to steady myself.

“You don’t have to…”

But before I can finish, her mouth is on me, hot and wet, and every damn thought in my head vanishes. She takes me deeper, her hand stroking in time with her mouth, and I’m trying not to lose it. My hands tighten on the dresser, the edges digging into my palms as I fight to stay in control.

“Shit,” I groan, my head falling back. “You’re gonna make me come too fast.”

She pulls back with a grin, her lips slick and swollen. “I won’t stop you.”

I grab her by the arm, pulling her to her feet and spinning her around, pinning her against the bed. “As much as I love that idea, I’m not done with you yet.”

I grab a condom from my wallet, tearing it open with my teeth. Her eyes track every move, pupils blown wide. There’s something innocent and wild about her all at once, and fuck, it’s addictive.

She lies back on the bed, her legs spreading like she’s inviting me in, but I pause, crawling up her body.

“You sure you want this?” I ask, my voice low.

She grabs my hand and guides it between her legs, where she’s still soaking wet. “Does that answer your question?”

“Fuck, Savannah.”

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