Page 43 of Mistletoe Kisses

I worked my way down, applying pressure as I bobbed. Arlo balled his hands into fists at his sides, his entire body clenching as I focused all my attention on him and his pleasure.

When I pulled back to stroke him and give attention to his balls, I noticed his knuckles were white as he squeezed his hands into fists at his sides.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?”

“Good. Um, really good.” His words were chopped by quick breaths. He grinned at me, cheeks flushed redder than his hair.

I moved one of his hands to the back of my head and winked at him before I went back to work. Every sound he made, each squirm, turned a hedonistic crank in me until I was about to blow. I had to release the pressure, so I rubbed against his thigh in time with my pulls on his dick.

His hand tightened in my hair, and I grinned around his cock. He was finally losing himself to the pleasure. The coiled spring unwound.

“Almost there.” He tried to push my head back, but I caught his hand, then grabbed the other, and intertwined our fingers as I swallowed him completely, using my tongue to tease until he tensed, his legs shook, and he shot into my throat.

I moaned through it and savored each and every drop of him.

“You taste delicious.”

Arlo’s face turned pink, which was almost as sweet as his sated smile. He collapsed back onto the couch and hummed happily. A satisfied Arlo was one hell of a sight to behold.

“I love how you blush.”

Arlo dropped his arm over his face. “I hate it. I can’t hide anything.”

I pulled his arm back and leaned over him. “I don’t want you to hide. I want to see every part of you. I want to kiss every part of you that flushes that pretty shade.”

Arlo stared wide-eyed at me. Then I felt his hand trailing along my side with more purpose. I held still while he explored my back, my hips, and my arms until he teased his fingertips into the top of my waistband.

“Want these off?”

He nodded.

“Want me to put on a show for you? When it’s not on a stage at a Christmas festival, I love to perform.”

Arlo laughed but shook his head.

“What do you want?”

Arlo opened his mouth with purpose as his fingers teased my cockhead poking through the top of my boxers.

“Want to suck me off? Oh, baby, yeah. Let’s do that. Want to stay just like you are? Use your mouth to make myself feel good?”

Arlo groaned as his eyes fell closed, but he didn’t close his mouth. His nod was all I needed to kick off my boxers and scramble up his body until I straddled his chest.

“Hold on tight. Squeeze my leg if you need me to stop or slow down, okay?”

He nodded again.

His pretty pink lips stretched as I smeared my precum against them. I teased around the rim of his mouth without going in, but his dissatisfied grunt and tug on my leg made me stop the teasing. This time. Maybe we could fool around again before he had to leave tomorrow. I could probably work a couple more orgasms out of him.

“You want this? Yeah, you do. Here you go, sweetheart.”

As soon as I pushed into his mouth, his lips closed around my dick like a vice. I threw my head back and grunted as Arlo sucked and licked and drove me wild. Every part of my body was on fire. He scraped his nails down my ass as he sucked my brains through my dick.

“Fuck. Arlo. Nngh. Feels s’good.” I added gentle thrusts to ease the strain on his neck. It didn’t take more than a few minutes before I started pulling back, but he kept me there. “You sure?”

He nodded, well, as best he could with my dick in his mouth. My body tensed under his tight grip, under his need for me, and I came into his mouth.

Arlo dropped his head back and swallowed as I cupped his cheek.

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