Page 39 of Sinning for Santa

She moves quickly at my order, unbuttoning the ivory fabric before tugging it off and letting it drop to the floor by our feet.

Now standing before me in her white lacy bra and matching panties, I get an image of her dressed like this with a mask covering her face.

“Is this what you wore into Cloud 9 tonight?”

She nods.

Fuuuck.

“It should almost be illegal with how innocent you look in this underwear, Jaxcen.” I graze my nose along the column of her neck as I speak. “Yet the filthy thoughts it conjures are the complete opposite.”

I can’t bring myself to stop sniffing her, like I’m addicted to her scent. Like it’s a line of coke I want to snuff.

Snaking my hand around to her front, my large palm almost covers her abdomen, reminding me just how small and dainty she is compared to my hulking size.

Her stomach dips, like the feel of my fingers tickles her, making me think back to the church earlier when that’s all I had to do to get her to release her bag. That knowledge is worth keeping in the memory bank for later I suppose, knowing she’s so ticklish.

“Where do you want me to touch first, Jaxcen? Do you want me to go up here?” I slowly start to glide my hand up towards her breasts, which are rising and falling in rapid succession with her breathing, “or would you like me to go down here?” I change direction, grazing my digits down past her belly button towards the flesh I know is probably saturated right now.

“Either.” She breathes. “Both… I don’t know.”

I chuckle at her indecision. “My little mouse is greedy, I see. But I can certainly do both if you think you can handle it.”

Once again she whimpers, probably questioning herself on whether or not she can handle that, but I don’t give her much time to consider it as my other hand joins in and slides up to the swell of her breasts before I cup the heaviness in my palm, while my other hand grazes over her mound between her legs.

“Y-yes.” She moans and stutters, her stance moving wider to allow me better access, and I watch her eyes as they watch mine while I simultaneously graze her nipple through the fabric of her bra and do the same to her needy little clit through the fabric of her panties.

She jerks at my touch, almost like she wasn’t expecting it, or perhaps not used to it. Which would indeed be the fact if what she said about her fiancé is true.

He hasn’t touched her. Why the fuck wouldn’t he touch her?

“Do you like that, little mouse?” I rasp against her ear before sucking the lobe between my lips and gliding my tongue over the soft skin.

“Yes,” she pants loudly, any shame disappearing since she no longer tries to whisper her words.

Continuing to graze my fingers over the two areas, I’m desperate to go beneath the fabric, but I don’t think she’s ready for that. Not if she actually hasn’t been touched by a man, ever, or perhaps in a long time.

My cock is straining in my pants, aching to be let free and slide between the folds I already know are drenched given the wetness of the fabric I feel beneath the tips of my fingers.

I bet she’d be so fucking tight.

Taking my cues from the signals her body is giving, I speed up my pace, my fingers working faster as her pleasure quickly rises.

I’m not trying to blow my own horn or anything, but I’m a fucking talented man in most aspects of my life. And when it involves sex, I’m yet to hear a complaint from a woman that has been in my bed. Yet I’m not sure any have responded so quickly to my touch. None have ever been so near the edge of climax in such a short space of time, like Jaxcen Summers is right now.

“That’s it, Jaxcen. Let yourself go. Let yourself see and embrace how fucking good it feels to have my hands on you.” I nip at her lobe again, my teeth grazing this time, and theaction seems to send her skyrocketing, her cries fast, loud and high pitched as she nears the edge.

Her hips are moving on their own accord. Thrusting. Grinding. Chasing her pleasure with such desperation, that her eyelids fall shut and her angelic face contorts, almost like she’s in pain.

“Eyes open!” I demand, and those blue eyes, nearly black, go wide as her lids part quickly on my order. “Watch yourself, Jaxcen. Watch how fucking beautiful you are. How exotic you are. Watch every moment of when you come.”

My words do the trick, her cry loud in the room as my hand between her legs moves so fucking fast that she jerks and shudders before crying out again, and wetness seeps through the fabric of her panties and down her thighs.

Fuck me.

I really am talented.

As her climax subsides, her legs give out and I hold her up, my cock pressing into the valley of her arse as her loud panting fills the room.

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