Page 22 of Mistletoe Misconduct

Once we’re live again, Kai takes a seat on the very edge of the mattress, pointing a finger at me and crooking it toward him.

I sit up on my knees, crawling toward him, and have to work to keep the saliva pooling in my mouth from running over.

“Such a good girl,” he says, running his fingers through my hair and gripping my roots tightly at the nape of my neck, dragging my head back. He forces me to look up at him, and my eyes zero in on the way he sucks on his lower lip.

Kai glances away for a moment before meeting my eyes again. “Take it out,” he instructs, his voice remaining low and raspy.

My hands rest on his hips as I hook my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and drag them down his powerful thighs as he lifts his ass to help me. His cock springs free, and a quiet gasp passes my lips.

“Pretty impressive, huh?” he asks, that cocky attitude of his on full display.

I don’t even have it in me to deny it or try to take him down a peg or two. No, instead, my body betrays me.

My core coils, my breath leaving me in pants as I carve every detail of this moment into my brain.

This is only the second time I've seen his dick, and somehow, it's even more incredible than the first time.

I glance up at him and ask, “Can I use my mouth?” My words come out as a desperate plea, but I couldn’t care less. If I really need to justify this behavior later, I’ll just say it was all for show.

Not that Kai, nor his ego, would believe that anyway.

“Well, since you asked so nicely. I think I can allow that,” he says, but before I can move my mouth, he’s already using the hand in my hair to guide me to him.

I fuckinglovethat he’s taking control and owning this.

My lips wrap around the head of his engorged length, my tongue swiping the precum beading from the tip. The salty liquid coats my mouth, and a moan fills my throat,as does Kai.

My hands remain on his hips, balancing so I don’t literally impale myself on him.

He groans loudly, thrusting into my face. “That’s it, angel. Fuck, you take me so well,” he says, his praise shooting straight to my clit.

His fingers loosen in my hair, slipping down the column of my throat. He presses his thumb firmly on the base of my neck, causing me to gag around him as I take him even more deeply, my eyes burning as I do.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, and I feel his thick length continue to swell on my tongue.

Jesus Christ.

My body aches to be touched, and I feel lightheaded, both from lack of oxygen and the overwhelming feeling of Kai.

He squeezes my neck, grunting as his body stills. I pull back, peering up at him for permission to keep going.

His head is tossed back, eyes clenched shut and nostrils flared as he sucks in a deep, steadying breath.

When his eyes finally find mine, they’re blazing, and my legs are trembling with the effort it takes to hold myself up.

“My turn, angel. On your hands and knees,” he says, pulling me up by my biceps, not waiting for me to obey.

I turn over on shaking limbs.

The moment I’m positioned how he wants, his warm hands are on my hips, gliding down to my ass cheeks. He takes big handfuls, squeezing firmly.

“Someday, I’m going to take your ass too,” he warns. One of his hands leaves me, but only briefly before landing with a loudthwack.

A jolt of pleasure and pain rears through me, and I collapse onto my forearms.

His calloused fingers dip into the fabric of my pink thong, dragging it down my ass. “I love this color on you.” He hums, and his words are so quiet it feels like they’re meant solely for my ears.

I preen under his attention, my abdomen flowing with molten lava as he removes my panties. I feel his hot breath on one globe before his teeth scrape across the skin.

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