Page 144 of Sinning for Santa

I don’t want to throw up. There’s nothing sexy about that, but something about the possibility of him gagging me so bad that it forces my body to protest, is making my clit throb.

“On the bed, little mouse. On your back, head over the end.”

Oh… my…

I’ve seen this before at Cloud 9. A man watching the shape of his dick as it slides down the woman’s throat made easy by her head hanging back off the bed or couch or whatever it is they have her laid out on.

My heart thrashes wildly as I move to the bed, climbing on and getting in position, hanging my head over the end while I look up at him, now upside down.

“If you need me to stop, pinch my leg,” he orders, having already removed his shirt and boots, and now working his jeans and boxers down as his eyes travel over my naked flesh. “Understand, little mouse?”

“Yes.” I try to nod, but it’s hard to do hanging off the end of his bed.

“Remember to try and breathe through your nose. Don’t you pass out on me.”

“Okay.” I watch as he strokes his hard dick, moving closer.

“Open wide, beautiful.”

I’m desperate for him, so he doesn’t need to ask me twice, my lips parting wide as the tip of his dick slides in. And in. And in.

Damn. I forgot how big he is. How girthy. I have to really stretch my jaw to accommodate him, and in no time, I’m gagging, his size even more overwhelming in this position.

“That’s it, little mouse. You can take me.”

I gag again, this time the action heaving my stomach, so he eases out, and I take in a deep breath, my eyes watering as I swirl my tongue around his tip.

“You sure you want to do this?” he asks. “I can always pop your anal cherry.”

His dark eyes are humorous at my glare, but I reach over my head and grip his hips, drawing him closer again so he sinks deeper as I suck.

“Fuuuck, Jax. Your mouth is heaven.” He starts gliding his dick in and out, the sloppy sounds filling the room before he goes deeper and once again, I gag.

“Fuck, I love the way your throat grips my cock when you gag, little mouse.”

He pushes in further, and again, I gag and heave, but he doesn’t retreat this time.

“Atta girl. I can see my cock in your throat, Jaxcen. It looks as good as it feels.”

He thrusts again, and again my body tries to reject it, and I’m a little worried we’re about to make use of those towels, but then, he leans over my body, and his lips latch onto my clit, and he sucks.

I moan around his cock and he thrusts in and out in shorter rhythm, and with my mind preoccupied on the heat building between my legs, I hardly notice when I gag again.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs against my nub, his tongue swirling over it in small little flicks before he starts sucking again.

This entire thing is so hot. I’m beyond aroused. I feel like I’m entering another sphere and I thrust up against his mouth as he thrusts into my throat, a frenzy taking over both of us.

“Fuck, Jax. You take me so good,” he grits out, surging deeper than I thought was possible, my body fighting it even as I chase my own release.

The moment I heave again, he sucks so hard on my clit that I shatter, wave after wave rippling through me, my orgasm so intense and full bodied, that I nearly miss the moment when his seedshoots down my throat, and I fight against my body’s reflex to reject it.

Stars start to dance around the edges of my vision as I blink, but I don’t tap out. I don’t want to make him stop until he’s done.

Another climax spears through my clit, making me gasp and suck his seed down, which is the last thing I remember before everything goes black.

Nothingness.

A void.

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