Page 52 of Christmas with the Baby Daddy

She did, widening the view of her glistening pussy.

I growled, so fucking hard I wasn’t sure I could last. “Now what?” I demanded. I lowered my hands to her ass and yanked her to the edge of the table. “What do you want me to do?”

She gasped in alarm but caught on quickly. Her other hand came up to the back of my head and she slowly pushed my face to her cunt.

“Kiss… me,” she whispered.

I did, pressing my mouth to her smooth, slick flesh. I sucked her clit, too, earning a whimper from her for more.

“More,” she said on a breathy sigh. She arched up into me, humping my face, and I grinned as I feasted.

“Like this?” I asked after I licked up and down her opening. My chin was wet from her juices. Under my pants, my dick strained to get free. But she was setting the pace here, not me.

“This is your fantasy. Your wish. Tell me, Blake.”

“I just want… you,” she replied, her face tense with need.

Never before had four words had so much power over me.

“You want me?” I ate at her until she was breathless, licking, sucking, and nipping at her cunt. “You want me like this?”

“Yes!”

Then that was exactly what she’d get. I dove down to push this sweet woman to pleasure, hoping she’d understood this was literally just the appetizer as far as I was concerned.

21

BLAKE

Ishouldn’t have caved.

I shouldn’t have let his growled questions get to me. His heated looks. Under no circumstances was I supposed to lose common sense and end up naked on my dining room table with my crush eating me out.

We’d just fucked last night.Allnight. It wasn’t right to expect more. To need more. I should’ve been sated and content with the orgasms we'd shared.

But I wasn’t.

As he put pressure on my clit, sucking it then rubbing it with his tongue, I came. Splintering apart and crying out loud, I came so hard on Zach’s face. He moaned, lapping up my cream as my pussy reacted to his expert tongue and mouth. I was putty in his hands, lowering mine as I lay back on the table. The cool surface chilled my shoulder blades as I reclined, but that wasn’t why I trembled. That wasn’t why I struggled to come down from the high of exploding for this man.

“Is that what you were wishing for?” he asked, not moving from his seat. His voice was ragged and gruff, and hearing the low need in it teased me to want it again.

“Yeah.” I stared at the ceiling, stunned by how forcefully he’d made me come.

I felt shaky and torn up in the best way, but as he continued to stroke his fingers up and down on the outside of my pussy, I moaned at the comfort and thrill of his touch. His fingers dipped lower, though, near my rear hole, and I sat up.

He watched me, seeming intrigued by my reaction. As he lifted one hand to drag the back of it over his mouth and chin, clearing away my juices, he slid his finger further to circle me there. “Anything else on that wish list?”

I opened and closed my mouth, too shocked and shy to say.

“Blake?” he asked, low and firm as he circled the spot where my nerves lit up all over again.

“I… I just came.”

He shrugged, unzipping his pants and lowering them. His dick stood up, hard and thick. While he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and stroked himself, he continued to finger my ass and stared at me. “You came for the first time tonight, Blake. What else do you want?”

“I…” I couldn’t. I couldnotsay.

“Tell me,” he begged. “Do you want me”—he nudged around my hole, causing me to gasp—“here?”

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