Page 51 of Blame It On the Secret Santa

Twenty-Nine

Sean

She looked like a littleminx, sitting there wiping her mouth as if she didn’t just swallow a record-breaking amount of cum that I shot down her throat. I held out my hand and helped her up, already ready for another round with Cassidy.

“I don’t want to know where you learned to do that,” I whispered as I held her against my body. “But fuck, Cass. That was the hottest blow job I’ve ever had.”

“Well, thank you. I hate to break it to you, but we’re just getting started. I have lots of plans for you tonight.”

“Lucky for you, I have all night and all day tomorrow.”

“I thought you worked tomorrow?”

“Nope. I’m calling in sick. Fucked to death. It’s a thing.”

“I don’t think Bruce will buy that as an excuse, nor will he care.”

“I’ll come up with something better then. But for now, I have plans for you,” I teased, unhooking her bra in the back and pulling it off.

Her nipples puckered in the chilly room, and I wanted desperately to pull them into my mouth and suck them. I didn’t want to rush things with her tonight, but I also found it nearly impossible to keep my hands to myself and not touch her.

I spun her around, having her face the window as I gently pushed her forward until her breasts were pressed against the glass.

“Fuck, that’s cold,” she hissed but made no effort to pull away.

I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor, standing completely naked behind her as she wore nothing but her thong and those sexy heels.

“Spread your legs,” I instructed, standing behind her as I guided her with my foot.

Her long legs spread to the side as I reached forward and slid my hand into her panties. It was a tight fit with how she was pressed against the window, but I didn’t mind. The thought of someone watching me fuck her was so arousing that I got hard just thinking about it.

Knowing that she was wet and ready for me, I pulled my hand out of her panties and stroked myself before lining my dick up at her entrance. Just as I was about to push inside, I paused.

“Fuck. I need to grab a condom,” I said, my aching dick painfully close to her warm, wet pussy.

“I’m on birth control,” she offered, looking over her shoulder.

“I just did my physical and got tested. Nothing to report here.”

“Same.”

“Are you sure you want to do it without one?” I asked, not wanting to make her feel pressured to do anything.

“Yes,” she said, pressing her ass against me in an invite.

I held my breath as I slowly pushed inside of her, closing my eyes as her tight pussy welcomed me.

“Ahhh,” she moaned, letting her head fall back as her breasts pressed harder against the glass.

“Fuck, Cass,” I breathed, moving slowly until she adjusted to me. “You make me want to fuck you hard against this window so everyone can see that you’re mine.”

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