Page 4 of Tangled Up for Christmas

“Suck it like a good girl. Make it nice and wet so I can fuck that ass of yours.” He grabs me by my hair and reefs my head back. “I said,” he emphasizes, “suck it.”

With no other option, I open my mouth and stretch out my tongue to taste him as he leans closer.

“Give it a nice clean, princess. It’s been a long day.”

He tastes and smells distinctly like a man, not freshly showered, but not sweaty and gross either. His words fuel something deep in my soul and I swirl my tongue around his head, flicking the tip of my tongue in his slit, before wrapping my lips around him. I want to please him and feel his words of praise wash over me.

Dane groans, his hand still tangled up in my hair. “God, yes. Good girl.”

And as I suck his cock, I catch the strangest sight. The base of his cock and his firm sac are lit up like a damn Christmas tree. Rainbow lights shine up at them and with a mouth full of cock I glance down to discover he’s used the fucking fairy lights from the Christmas tree to bind my wrists! It’s adorable, pretty, and sexy as fuck. I’m a sucker for festive pretties and being tangled up in Christmas lights?Who knew I needed to check that off my bucket list? But now I can!

With renewed vigor and enthusiasm, I take him deeper, past the limits of my mouth and to the back of my throat. He hits my gag reflex without remorse and my throat spasms around his cock. As I maintain the tight seal of my lips around his girth, I bob my head forward, fucking him with my mouth. All the while I revel in Dane’s firm grip on my hair and the tingling bolts of lightning that race across my scalp as he scrunches his fingers with desire.

Half a dozen times Dane pushes himself down my throat all the way, until my lips are firmly against his base and his sac rests against my chin. He holds me there, each time, on the precipice of gagging and choking. “Yes,” he almost hisses, dragging out the ‘s’. “Just like that, baby girl.” And each time he allows me to come up for air it’s like a precious mercy and I go harder and harder, until he withdraws his cock and slaps me in the face with it again.

With spittle dribbling from my mouth, I gasp, catching my breath, my gaze fixe firmly on Dane’s ruggedly sexy, bearded face.

“You did good, princess, but if you keep going, I’m going to come—and I’m not ready for the party to be over just yet.” He steps from the bed and offers me a smile that would make me weak at the knees if I wasn’t already on all fours. “Stay there, you deserve a little something.”

My brow creases as I hear Dane’s footsteps retreat to the kitchen and I wonder what the hell he’s thinking.Deserve something? Is he going to punish me?

“Here you go, princess,” he says, popping the sparkling wine on the bedside table, before digging out a scoop of ice cream from my pint. “Open up, baby.”

Licking my lips, I obey.

“Good girl,” he says as I use my lips to pull the ice cream from the spoon.

I moan. I don’t know how, but it tastes better when I’m tangled up and being spoon-fed by a gorgeous naked stranger.

“And how about a little sparkle to wash that sweet treat, down?” he suggests and presses the open wine bottle to my lips. “That’s it.” He pulls my hair, forcing me to crane my neck back and open my mouth wide. He pours the wine in, and I swallow as best I can, but some inevitably spills from my lips and the cold alcohol drizzles down my neck and trickles over my breasts to wet the bedding beneath me.

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CHAPTER FOUR

Dane

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