Page 33 of The Santa of the Mountain

She lets out a puff of air. “I’ve never been kissed like that be—oh.”

Kate shudders as I palm her knees and spread her wider, kissing her inner thigh as I move closer to her center. “Not up to your usual standards?”

She snorts. “Shattered them.”

I smile against her legs, glancing at her wet, hot arousal inches from my lips. My mouth waters. Cock twitches. I’ve been waiting for this. Craving it. And now I’m going to claim it for myself.

“Now I’m going to kiss your pretty little pussy. Take your slick folds into my mouth. Cover my tongue with you.” My eyes lock on to hers. “Make you come on my lips.”

“I-Is that all?”

I smile. “Not enough for my girl?”

“More than enough. I think that kiss was more than I could ask for.”

“Then you need to get used to asking for more. Whatever you want. It’s yours.”

I stare at that damp spot in her panties. “But right now. This is mine.” I reposition myself on my stomach, sliding her legs over my shoulders as I close the gap.

She sighs as my nose brushes against her wetness. She groans, fingers finding my hair as I breathe her in, lips brushing against her. “You’re already soaked,” I rasp, dragging my flat tongue against her seam, tasting the arousal seeping through her panties. “Do you want me to kiss you here?

“Yes,” she moans, gripping me tighter as her heels dig into my back.

“Kiss your pussy the way I kissed your lips?”

“Mhmm,” she squeaks as I slip my thumb beneath her panties and brush her throbbing clit.

“Then tell me,” I rasp, kissing her thigh.

“Kiss me. Kiss me there,” she pleads as she begins bucking against my thumb. “Please, Cole just—ughnn.” She moans as I tug her panties aside and encircle her clit with my mouth. Sucking. Licking. Moaning as I taste perfection.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

I keep stroking her needy little nub as I palm her breast. Every noise and movement no matter how faint urges me on, devouring her like she’s my last meal. Her panties slide back in place and then I tear them off her body, tossing them aside before diving back in.

“Cole,” she screams, heels digging into me as she curls her body against my head. “It’s too… it’s too.”

“You can take it,” I rasp against her folds. So damn soft and hot and wet. Throbbing for more. Needing more. I slide my hand off her waist and press a finger against her opening, pushing as she shudders against me.

“Yes,” she moans.

“You want this finger inside you?”

“Yes,” she repeats. “Inside. Please.”

She doesn’t even need to speak. I know what my girl needs because it’s what I need. I need her to come. I need her to unravel. I need to shatter her world because she’s shattered mine.

“That’s it, baby. Use my mouth,” I rasp as she bucks against me.

My tongue and mouth sounds sloppy against her, licking and sucking as I finally push my finger inside her.

“You’re so tight,” I moan, curling my finger as she shudders again.

“I’m com?—”

I can feel her muscles clamping down as her legs clench against my head and her fingers urge me to keep going. No need for encouragement. This taste is encouraging enough. Every noise she makes. And when I finally feel her come, hear her come, and then see her come, it’s all I need.

“Good girl,” I rasp, sliding off her after a few more kisses.

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