Page 23 of Mistletoe Misconduct

My knees part further, widening my stance on instinct for him.

“Please,” I whine.

“So damn greedy.” He tsks. His hands slide down the outside of my thighs. I watch on my laptop screen as he lowers himself behind me, and my muscles coil tightly with anticipation.

“Tell me if you need a break,” he whispers before his mouth is on me.

“Oh!” I gasp, my eyes widening as he draws my pussy lips into his mouth, sucking me between his teeth, moving the pad of his thumb over my clit and applying a delicious pressure.

“You like that?” he asks, his words muffled with his head still between my legs.

“God, yes!” I cry, my clit pulsating under the delicious pressure he’s creating with his thumb and forefinger as he pinches and rubs me.

My hips buck into his face, my thighs shaking. “I’m gonna come,” I moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“That’s it, angel. Come on my fucking face,” Kai grinds out. He continues sucking and flicking his tongue, hastening his pace as I cry out.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes,” I whimper, my voice sounding impossibly needy as euphoria surges through me, lighting up each of my nerve endings.

My pulse is bounding, and my chest is heaving with each breath I take as I fall slowly back to earth in Kai’s capable hands.

Chapter sixteen

Kai

Isit up, wiping my hand down my face to collect all of Lea’s juices. God, this woman is driving me fucking wild. Her pretty pussy, soft skin, and all that silvery-white hair are a dangerous combination.

I wrap her hair around my palm, pulling her up so her back is against my chest and she’s sitting up on her shins. I don’t even look at the screen before telling her, “Our viewers want me inside you, angel.”Truth be told, I don’t give a single fuck about what they want.

She nods in agreement, clearly eager for me to fill her under the guise of it being for those watching. Unfortunately for Lea,I’m fully aware that she’d be begging me for my dick with or without the cameras on.

I snake a hand around her waist, cupping her breast and twisting her nipple, rubbing my thumb over it to soothe the sting each time.

She’s writhing against me, her body shaking as her needy little pussy practically begs to be filled. “You want that, don’t you, angel? You want to feel me buried deep inside you.”

“Yes,” she moans, the word sounding breathless.

“Today’s your lucky day then. I’m feeling charitable, and I happen to be in a unique position to help someone in need right now,” I tell her, my lips grazing the shell of her ear.

Her hands claw into my thighs as she grits out, “I swear to god, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll do it myself with a toy that’ll be even more satisfying than you could ever be.” She lets out a huff before adding, “And I’ll make you watch.”

My hand wraps around her throat, pressing until I see her breaths come out in smaller, quicker bursts as her lungs beg for oxygen. “First, don’t ever threaten me again, and second,” I say, tightening my grip one last time, “don’t ever fucking lie to me.” I release my hold on her throat before pushing her down onto the mattress. When she falls forward, I grip her hips, flipping her over onto her back.

I glare down at her needy body, her lips parted, pupils blown wide, and strands of that platinum hair stuck to her face. She looks like a mess and I fuckinglove it. I lower myself over her, covering her body with my own and allowing the tip of my dick to graze her slickness. My hands bracket her face as I say, “You and I both know I’m about to ruin you for every other man, and before the night is up, you’re going to be begging for me to take control and let you lose yourself in me.”

“God, I hate you,” she groans, but the way she maintains eye contact with me and the needy way her hips grind against me, silently pleading for more of me, gives her away.

I lower my head, breaking eye contact with her for a brief second and releasing a humorless laugh as I do. When my gaze returns to her green glossy eyes, I can’t help but smirk. “No, angel. No, you fucking don’t.”

Her teeth sink into her plump bottom lip, her eyes full of need as she runs her hands up my chest.

“Just shut up and fuck me,” she cries.

A loud groan rips through my throat, and my hand slips between us, gripping the base of my dick. “You still okay with no condom?” I ask her, confirming what we’d discussed when Lea and I went over all the rules of our agreement before having started this.

We both get tested regularly thanks to our contracts with the AHL, and she’s on the pill.

“Yes,” she whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my dick.

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