Page 50 of Blame It On the Secret Santa

“I bet if I touched your clit, you’d come within seconds. Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed, already preparing myself for the delicious torture he was about to put me through.

He continued fucking me with two fingers as his thumb brushed against my clit, nearly sending me over the edge.

“Do you ever think about me when you play with yourself, Cass?” he asked, holding me against his body as he rubbed harder and faster.

“Yes!” I whimpered, my legs struggling to hold me up, my pussy spasming against his fingers as he drained every last bit of my orgasm out of me.

My eyes fluttered open as I tried to catch my breath, his strong arms holding me up.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”

“I love how easily you make me come,” I replied as his fingers trailed softly over my skin as he slowly unzipped my dress, allowing it to fall to the floor at my feet.

He reached for my hand and helped me to step over it, wearing nothing but my matching black lace bra and panty set and black stiletto heels. His eyes brazenly roamed over my body, soaking in every tiny detail as he bit down on his hand to keep from touching me again.

“I can’t wait to fuck you in that,” he said, shaking his head as he let out a ragged breath.

I glanced down at his jeans, already noticing the prominent outline of his erection.

“Well, that will have to wait. I have something more pressing that’s demanding my attention.”

I took his hand and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulling the sheer curtains open.

I dropped to my knees, keeping my back against the window as I undid his jeans, sliding them down his legs along with his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, jutting up to his stomach as a drop of precum glistened on the tip. I gripped it firmly in my hand as I looked up and locked eyes with him.

“Since I’ve called you Fucker Face for so long, it seems only fitting that I let you fuck my face,” I teased, raising my eyebrows as I slowly wrapped my lips around him and took him to the back of my throat.

He closed his eyes and groaned as his hand grabbed the back of my head and held me steady. I flattened my tongue and played with his balls while sucking his dick. I could feel him tighten against me as I sucked harder, using my other hand to stroke what didn’t fit in my mouth.

“Seriously, Cass, I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” he warned.

I pulled away, letting him pop out of my mouth as I wiped the corners and looked up at him while still holding his cock in my hand.

“I told you I was going to let you fuck my face, Sean. I meant it.”

His eyes darkened as I took him back in my mouth, leaning in as I began bobbing up and down on his dick. I worked on relaxing my jaw as he hit the back of my throat, making my eyes tear up as I gagged a few times.

“Fuck,” he growled.

I leaned back slightly, pulling him with me as I encouraged him to take over. His hand gripped the back of my head tighter as he began thrusting harder. I tilted my head slightly, allowing him to go deeper while I continued to stroke him.

He grunted, and his body tightened around me as I felt ropes of hot, salty cum hit the back of my throat. I continued sucking, making sure to get every drop before I allowed him to pull away. I wiped the corners of my mouth and grinned up at him as he stared down at me adoringly.

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