Page 6 of Tangled Up for Christmas

“Then stay there, beautiful, and stick those pretty legs up in the air.”

Jennika complies and I get up between her legs with the empty wine bottle in hand. “Now, close your eyes and relax, princess. You’re going to haveboththese holes filled.”

Jennika takes a noticeably deep breath and closes her eyes.

I have no way of knowing what’s running through her mind, but I know as anxious as she may feel, she’s equally as excited. The lips of her bare pussy gleam with her slick desire. And as I lower my face to get nice and personal with her ass, I can smell her sweet musk. I clamber off the mattress monetarily to snatch up the pint from the bedside table before returning. “You know what this pussy needs, princess?”

My pretty victim shakes her head, her brow creased in confusion.

“It needs ice cream,” I drawl with a devious grin.

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CHAPTER FIVE

Jennika

My breath hitches inmy throat as I feel the first shock of creamy, cold ice cream slapped on my bare pussy. A shriek of shock rips from my throat and I gasp, my eyes wide as I meet Dane’s gaze.

“Don’t you dare move a muscle, baby,” he warns, his tone bordering on a growl.

I grind my ass into the bed, purse my lips, and whimper. “But it’ssocold!”

“You’ll learn to love it, princess,” he promises.

I feel blessed warmth combatting the cold a moment later and realize with delicious clarity that it’s Dane’s tongue. A shiver ripples through me as my pussy is assaulted by warmth and cold in alternating sensations. I’ve never felt anything like it.I can’t believe a man is licking and eating my favorite ice cream off my pussy!

“Mm,” Dane moans. “I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated coconut, chocolate fudge, shortbread, and caramel this much before. You make it taste extra, baby.”

I scarcely hear his words. All I can do is feel and lose myself in the moment. I might never experience another like it in my life and I’m determined to live it to its fullest extent.

“Good girl,” my roguishly handsome stranger says.

I’m not even sure why he’s praising me at first, but then something cool presses into my ass. My first instinct is to panic, to reject the foreign intrusion, but I consciously push that feeling away.Fuck it!And just like that, the smooth, glass neck of a sparkling wine bottle makes its way past my tight sphincter and up inside me.

“That’s it, beautiful girl,” he coaches, before slapping on yet another wave of cold and returns to devouring my pussy.

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