Page 30 of Holiday Hoax

“Yes.” I shift closer to him, hoping for more. “That feels so good. More please.”

“Because you asked so nicely.” He scissors his fingers inside me, wringing pleasure from my body. “Better than I imagined,” he murmurs as he lowers his face between my legs.

Heat builds in my center as he presses his lips to my thigh just above the edge of my stockings. I look down at him as he watches me and blazes a path of hot, wet kisses up my thigh until he reaches the apex. My eyes flutter closed as he licks the length of my slit. It’s too much, too intimate to watch.

His thumbs part my folds, opening me so he can see everything. My hips buck as his lips wrap around my clit. He swirls his tongue around it, playing with me as I dance on the edge of my release. My climax tears violently through me as he thrusts his fingers inside me and drags them along my frontwall. I grip his hair as my body trembles with wave after wave of pleasure.

“You’re beautiful when you come.” He squeezes my thigh, his thumb caressing the sensitive skin there.

I pull his face to mine and kiss him. His lips are wet with my release, and I taste myself on his tongue. My hands work to free him of his remaining clothes, pushing everything down his hips. He helps work everything off before reaching over and grabbing one of the condoms.

As he opens it, I take the opportunity to wrap my hand around his base. He jerks in my hand as I begin to move my fist up and down. I’m so focused on watching his perfect cock that I barely register the sound of the foil packet being torn open.

“You want to do the honors?” he asks with the condom held out toward me.

“Yes.” I take it from him with my free hand. His abs tense as I roll the latex down his shaft.

As soon it’s in place, he pushes me back onto the mattress and lines his crown up with my entrance. His eyes meet mine, asking wordlessly for permission. He presses inside me as soon as I tell him I’m ready.

I cry out as he moves inch by inch, my body stretching around him. He drags an unsteady breath through his parted lips as he bottoms out. His forehead drops to mine.

“You good?”

“Yes.” I nod and kiss him. “God, yes.”

“I’m gonna be honest at my ego’s expense. It’s been a long time for me, I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

I feel his length twitch inside me as I clench around him, craving movement and friction.

“Ian,” I whisper against his lips. “Fuck me. Fill me. Use me.”

The words set him free. I’ve already come, which is more than I could ask for. It’s his turn.

He sits back on his knees, pulling me by the hips over his thighs. His eyes lock on the view as his cock glides in and out of my tight channel. My g-spot is hit by his shaft at this angle. My veins are alight with white hot heat and visceral pleasure as I hear his panted breaths and the sound of his balls slapping against my ass as his tempo increases.

Sweat beads on my temples as my body feels like it’s going to combust from the pressure building in my cunt. I grab the sheets, my fingers digging to hold on. His hoarse moan detonates my release as my walls close around him. I feel his cock swell and jerk inside me as he comes.

I look up at him, taking in the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the sheen of sweat across his chest. As soon as both our bodies come down from the aftershocks, he slowly withdraws from my body and pulls the condom off.

I watch as he stands and walks into the bathroom. His body is unfairly perfect, like he himself could have been carved of stone and immortalized by Michelangelo. Water runs in the bathroom as he cleans himself up. I should probably get dressed to leave, but I can’t bring myself to get up quite yet.

He emerges with a warm washcloth and kneels beside me on the bed. “Let me clean you up.”

That’s a first. The second first of the night actually. A different kind of warmth surges through my chest. I’m not ready to examine that feeling, so I go for lighthearted banter.

“Way to rally for the cause, old man,” I tease.

His lips tilt into a full-blown smile and that pesky sensation in my chest returns. “What was the cause, exactly?”

“My orgasm.”

He tosses the washcloth through the bathroom door where it lands with a wetthunk. Then he pulls the duvet from under me and lays down before covering us back up. “Glad to be of service.”

“You went above and beyond. I didn’t know I was capable of two orgasms back to back.”

“Really?” He lays facing me, braced on one elbow.

“Really.”

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