Page 37 of Flown in for Christmas

“Are you a breast guy?”

My brain rattles trying to catch up. “A what?”

“Boobs,” she says, grabbing her own and filling her hands the way I did last night. “Do you like them?”

Hers? Hell yeah!

I clear my throat, shifting in my pants as I stare at how her breasts overflow her smaller hands. They were a perfect fit in mine, I recall. Full and soft. My cock grows with the memory. My hands flexing. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I mean, what guy doesn’t?”

She hums, rolling on her side to face me. “I always took you for an ass guy.”

I subtly shift my nowachingdick at full attention. “Why’s that?” I manage to choke out.

“Because.” She lifts a shoulder casually. “You always stare at mine.”

I groan at the oversensitive feeling of precum sliding down the crown of my cock and fall away from her and onto my back. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” Joy shifts closer, her brow furrowed, eyes still red and bloodshot. She props herself up to peer down at me, tendrils of wavy brown locks shape her face. “You look like you’re in pain.”

“I remember why I don’t do edibles now,” I groan, the urge to take myself in hand is becoming painfully necessary.

“Why?” she asks. Her gaze shifts lower to what my hands are attempting to block from view. “Oh.” She takes in the sight of my tented crotch. The flannel pants I grabbed are proving to be a poor choice.

To my surprise, she places a hand on my chest, drifting south on delicate fingertips. “Joy,” I breathe as her hand slips beneath the waistband to wrap around my erection. “Fuck.” My head falls as she gives my length a few tentative strokes.

“Is this okay?” she whispers, leaning over to kiss the corner of my mouth.

Her grip tightens and I grunt. My hand finds the back of her head, bringing her mouth to mine. She pumps my cock as we kiss, and as her tongue dances with mine, she slowly pulls away.

I am a panting, heaving mess watching as she slides down my body until she’s sitting, perched between my thighs, tugging my pants to free my weeping erection.

I’m so fucking hard right now it’s laughable.

“Joy…” I want to tell her she doesn’t need to, that I don’t expect anything from her, but all that comes out is her name in the sound of a near plea.

I stare in awe as the head of my cock disappears between her lips. Her hot mouth sucking me in with hollowed cheeks. I throw my head back at the sensation as she pumps my length with her hand in time with her mouth. She continues to take more and more andmoreof me until I’m hitting the back of her throat and she swallows, sending bolts of pleasure through my veins.

“Goddamn, baby,” I moan. “Fuck.”

She hums around the girth of me—sucking me in and fucking her face with my cock. Pumping and sucking andfuuuck. I reach out, threading my fingers through her hair, urging her to keep going just like this.

My hips buck as she deepthroats my dick. “That’s it, baby, just like that,” I growl. “You suck my cock so fucking good, angel.”

Pretty, hazel eyes peer into mine. And when she moans around me, I know I’m a goner unless we want this to continue. I jerk my hips back, leaving her hot mouth with a sloppy, wet pop. I grip my pulsing cock.

Joy bites her lip, her gaze heated as she stands. She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her pajama bottoms and panties. Painfully slow, she slides them down her creamy thighs.

I want my cum dripping down those thighs. I want to see it. I crave it. I want to fill her up again and again. Over and over until her legs are shaking and her pussy is swollen. I want a piece of me inside of her fordays.

She steps over me, lowering her core onto me. The glisten of her arousal catches the light just so and precum pools at the tip of my dick. “Get on,” I growl.

I watch with avid eyes as my cock disappears inside her—one thick inch at a time. Her legs tremble once I’m fully seated and I take her by the hips, guiding her into a slow, steady bounce. Her hands are pressed against my lower abdomen to hold her position. Several pumps of her tight cunt around me and she’s drippingwet. My cock glistens with her juices under the warm glow of the Christmas tree.Stunning.

She starts to ride me then. Bouncing on my cock with breathy gasps of my name, I reach between us. My thumb finds her swelling, wet clit. “Right there,” she moans, picking up the pace. Her nails start to dig into my chest and the mixture of pain and her pussy tightening around me have me teetering on the edge.

Her legs start to shake and her momentum slows into jerky movements as she drops onto my length—seated to the hilt. Her core pulses and flutters, gripping me as I rub her clit and pull an orgasm out of her that sends me tumbling over the edge with her.

My muscles tense at the sensation as the buildup of my release passes the point of no return. “Fuck, baby,” I groan. My cock pumps as I fill her. Joy’s name on my lips.

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