Page 61 of My Secret Santa Daddies

This is right. It has always been right. So why did it take us so long to figure it out?

My hand slides down to her panties, sliding them down her legs, exploring every inch of her silky thighs as I go.

Sierra gasps against my mouth, her nails dig into my back, urging me on. I drop down to my knees so I can taste her sweet pussy on my tongue.

Sierra's scent is intoxicating, and my cock throbs, demanding attention, but I want to make this last. I want her to remember this night for the rest of her life.

Slowly, I trace the outside of her entrance with my tongue, circling and teasing her. She moans and arches her hips against my mouth.

I smile to myself before diving in, licking and sucking her clit, my tongue swirling around it in a figure eight motion.

With a growl, I lift her up, positive that I could die right now and it would still be worth it.

Sierra calls out my name between desperate breaths, her hips bucking against my face. I can't help but chuckle a bit.

"Impatient, are we?" I say, before diving in, lapping at her core, licking and sucking until she's a shivering, moaning mess.

Sierra's body tenses. I know she's close. My cock is so hard it hurts, but I want to savor this moment. I want it to last forever if possible. I watch her face as she comes apart in my mouth, her eyes squeeze shut, and her lips part in a silent cry of ecstasy.

I pull back and she wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my backside, urging me on. I don't need any more encouragement. In one fluid movement, I enter her, groaning at the wet heat that envelops me.

"God, Sierra," I breathe against her neck, "you feel so good."

Her only response is a moan as she tilts her head back, baring her ivory neck to me. I oblige her silent request, sucking and biting along her collarbone, making my way down to her breasts.

I tease one nipple into a hard peak with my tongue while fondling the other.

Sierra's nails rake down my back. I growl in approval and increase my thrusts, slamming into her so hard the couch creaks in protest.

"Oh, fuck!" Sierra moans, her eyes squeezing shut.

"Open your eyes, baby. I want to see your beautiful eyes when you come for me."

Sierra's eyes fly open, her irises dilated with lust as she stares up at me.

"That’s it, baby," I whisper, "Come for me, Sierra. Come for me now."

And suddenly her body tightens around me and her nails dig deeply into my back as she gasps, breathless, wired and coming on me.

I can't hold back anymore. I follow her over the edge. Panting, we collapse onto the couch, our chests heaving in unison.

I pull out of her and shift so we’re both lying on the couch, my arms around her. She rolls onto her side, her blue eyes catching mine.

"That was...," Sierra starts, her voice falling off as she catches her breath.

“Yeah. It was,” I whisper, nuzzling her neck with soft kisses. “We can go again if you want.”

She purrs in response, arching her back, thinking it over.

“I should probably go to bed.”

“No, stay.”

Sierra hesitates, then gives me a small smile. Her head rests against my shoulder as she runs her hand along my chest. We lay still for a few minutes, just staring at each other in the dim light.

“Why did you kiss me?” Sierra finally asks, breaking the silence.

“I... I don’t know. It just... happened.” I run my fingers through her hair. “Sometimes I lose my mind when you’re around. I think we all do, especially Griffin.”

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