Page 42 of A Dark Mafia Christmas

“Take them off.”

I unclip my bra and shrug it onto the floor. Emmett’s cock twitches when he looks at my breasts, but he doesn’t touch me. I slide my panties down over my hips and kick them aside too.

Then, taking me by surprise, he pulls his pants back up, covering his erection, and tells me to lie down on the bed.

“Open your legs, Mary.”

I spread my legs wide, and Emmett watches me from his position near the doorway. Then he comes and lays down beside me, stroking my breasts with his fingertips and studying me the way an art expert might study a painting by a classic artist.

His fingers travel down, teasing my pubic hair, a faint smile on his face. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Then, he inserts a finger inside me, probing, pushing, feeling his way around.

“How does that feel?”

“Good,” I gasp.

“How about this?” He inserts another finger.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

“You’re so tight, Mary.” There’s such a look of concentration on his face, as though he’s mapping inside me with his fingers, that I want to kiss him all over.

Raising myself onto my elbows, I kiss him hard, forcing my tongue into his mouth before he can take control. I sense the smile in his eyes.

“How do you want me, Mary?”

Huh?How am I supposed to answer this?

“Like this?” He removes his fingers and straddles me, still fully clothed, his pants rubbing against my pussy. “Or did you like it from behind?”

“Yes.” I chew my bottom lip. “I liked it that way.”

He gives me a lopsided smile. “Brace yourself, Mary, because I’m going to give it to you every way I can think of. And then some.”

He slides over the foot of the bed and drags me towards him so that my sex is in his face. Spreading my legs wide, he starts licking, gently at first, and then getting harder and deeper, his tongue dragging across my clit and sending my brain cells spiraling away from me. My breathing grows ragged. I grip the comforter in both fists and arch my back, pushing myself onto his tongue, my orgasm ripping through me.

Emmett grips my knees and forces my legs backwards, raising my butt in the air. I watch as he fucks me with his finger, sliding it out and licking my taste with his tongue. Then he frees his erection, and he’s inside me, filling me up. My knees are around my ears, and I swear that I can feel him ramming my spine with every thrust.

His mouth covers mine. His hand closes around my throat, and he applies pressure, enough to make me gasp as he breathes into my mouth.

My head spins. My kisses grow more demanding. The harder he pumps into me, the more I want him. My sex throbs around him, his length rubbing my clit as he pulls himself out and then in again.

We explode together. I can no longer feel where my body ends, and Emmett’s begins, and when he lies on top of me, his erection shrinking inside me, I wrap my arms around him and listen to his heartbeat thumping in synch with mine.

I don’t knowhow long we stay like this, my limbs circling Emmett, our bodies pressed together. When I think that hemight’ve fallen asleep on top of me, he pulls away from me and undresses, his eyes devouring my body.

We take it slowly, Emmett kissing me all over and making me come repeatedly with his tongue. He keeps his promise and fucks me in more ways that I can even remember. We skip dinner, the family going about their day without us.

Finally, when the house is silent, we wrap ourselves in bathrobes and wander down to the kitchen where Emmett prepares omelets using leftover turkey and ham while I watch him from a seat at the pine table. We’ve hardly spoken in his room, unless it was about sex, and I feel almost shy again now that we’re back in the family setting, even though my nakedness is covered by the robe.

We have explored every part of each other’s bodies.

I can still feel him between my legs, and I know that if he wanted to fuck me on the kitchen floor, I would lay down and open my legs wide right now.

He slides a plate towards me and sits next to me at the table.

The omelet is smothered with cheese and melts in my mouth. “This is delicious. Where did you learn to cook?”

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