Page 36 of The Holiday Disaster

Despite that little hiccup, Kingsley’s moans encouraged me to continue. I sucked the tip and swiped my tongue under the head. More groans came from behind me and I redoubled my efforts.

As I tried to take him deeper, I noticed that the room had gone silent. Warm hands grabbed onto my buttcheeks, and I pulled back in surprise. I twisted my head to find Kingsley staring at my hole with burning eyes before he directed the heat at me.

“What a way to wake up,” he said, licking his lips. His voice was deep and still husky from sleep, but his eyes were alert. “Don’t stop on my account,” he teased.

I rolled my eyes, but continued anyway. I focused back on the task at hand and leaned down so his dick was eye level.

“Such a beautiful view,” Kingsley cooed from behind me. He had one large hand on each of my asscheeks as he stretched them open to review my most intimate part. His thumb slowly stroked my hole and electricity flowed through my body.

“Don’t. I’m still sore,” I said as I twisted my head to shoot him a warning look. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to take him again so soon.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll lick it better.” He shot me another grin. And as I was about to ask what he meant, something wet swept against my hole.

“Wait—” My pleas turned into moans as his tongue swiped at the sensitive skin, digging deeper inside of me.

“My cock is feeling a little lonely down there, babe,” he said, the teasing still apparent in his tone.

I groaned in frustration, but still leaned down to suck his head into my mouth. It was slow moving, my movements fumbling along as I tried to focus, but all the cells in my body were concentrated where his tongue met my skin.

How the hell could something feel so good?

I was a writhing mess as I lay on top of him. At this point, I stopped pretending that I had enough brain function to try and pleasure him. Kingsley didn’t tease me, either, as he showered my butthole with even more licks and kisses.

I was so close to coming, but there was still a block preventing me from getting there. I needed more friction or something, and I needed it now.

It was at the front of my brain that giving my neglected dick a hand would be a good idea, but before I could reach down to soothe myself, Kingsley slipped a finger inside of me and pressed the bundle of nerves that had me crying out his name.

I unraveled as he continued to stroke that magical spot. With each spasm of my hole, his tongue slipped deeper inside, sending me into another wave of pleasure.

“Mmhmm, that was so hot,” he muttered as he nibbled my asscheeks.

I lay limp on top of him, so blissed out that I didn’t want to move. He chuckled and reached an arm around to grab hold of his base.

“That’s mine,” I grumbled, slapping his hand away. I may have been too sexed out to think properly, but I hadn’t forgotten my original purpose. I was going to give Kingsley a blowjob even if it meant that I had to choke on his cock.

His laugh grew louder, his chest rumbling underneath me, threatening to soothe me to sleep. I sat up, refusing the urge for a nap before I gave him an orgasm.

“All right. It’ll be quick. I’m so close.”

His hands landed on my thighs as I reverse-cowboyed his abs. I licked a stripe down his base and leaned down to suck a ball into my mouth. His fingers gripped tighter on my thighs, and I took that as a good sign.

Moving back up, I sucked him down as far as I could in one fell swoop. His chest rumbled with a low groan as he whispered words of encouragement by telling me how great I was doing or how sexy I looked.

Thinking back to yesterday, I recalled how he instructed me to tug his balls and the way he exploded when I did. I wanted to make him come again, and this time, I wanted to taste him.

“Babe,” he groaned, sliding a hand up my spine. “Let up. I’m gonna come.”

He patted my shoulder to signal for me to stop, but I only hummed and sucked harder. He was so close, and I would make damn sure that he came in my mouth.

I was rewarded moments later as his salty essence hit my tongue. I gulped his cum down as he let out spurt after spurt. Even after he softened, I continued to lick him clean.

I wanted to take my time to savor his flavor, but Kingsley used the muscles he’d gained from years of playing sports to spin me around on top of him. I landed on him, chest to chest, as he captured my lips. Our tongues swirled, the essence of him and me combining in the deep kiss.

When we pulled apart, he gazed lovingly in my eyes, and although we’d never said those words to each other, I knew in my heart that he felt the same way about me as I did him.

Things happened so quickly that there was barely time to transition into our newfound relationship, but our feelings had been growing since he was ten and I was nine. It didn’t matter how long we had “officially” been together, the love we had for each other was still true.

“I’m ready for a nap,” I said after a while. Kingsley replied in a yawn that had me laughing at how ridiculous we were. It hadn’t even been an hour since we woke, but I guessed the morning orgasms had worn us out.

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