Page 52 of Sinning for Santa

“Isn’t it? Your wet cunt seems to like the way I kiss.”

Chapter eleven

Jaxcen

Aloud gasp escapes me which turns into a strangled moan when Devon buries his head between my legs and starts pashing my pussy.

Yes, he actually pashes it. Like a full on make out session, and I swear, oh boy do I swear, I see stars.

I can’t look away from the sight, not just because he’s on his knees before me, something I didn’t think I’d ever see Devon Marx do, but because it’s all just so… filthy.

His hot lips nibble, nip and suck at me, while his tongue flicks, glides, and dives inside the place aching to be filled.

I have no choice but to give in, heat igniting my entire body from head to toe as I tug on my wrist, needing it free so I can lean back and give him better access.

Getting my silent meaning, Devon releases my wrist, and I brace my hands back against his desk top while his grip shifts to my hips, holding me in place.

Oh wow. The feel of his hot tongue gliding over my most intimate flesh feels unlike anything I’ve felt before. I’ve seen this happen in the adult movies I watch, and at Cloud 9, but I’ve never experienced it personally until now.

I don’t have much hands-on experience when it comes to sex, but I already know this has to be my favourite thing ever.

EVER!

My heart thrashes wildly in my chest as I pant and cry out, and I can’t even tell how loud I’m being but I don’t particularly care right now.

All I know is ifhe stops, I’ll commit murder.

“Yes.” I moan, my hips shifting as they work of their own accord to chase this building ache deep inside me before I start grinding against his face.

Yes, I’m actually grinding. That’s the only way I can explain it. The need inside digging its claws in and taking over, possessing me like a dark and sinister demon inside me has awoken from thousands of years of sleep.

And now it’s hungry.

So, so hungry.

A scream rips from my throat as I explode, a rush of cold tingles sweeping up my legs, and over my hips, and all the way up to my head as my core pulses with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

I collapse on the desk top, my arms giving way, no longer able to support me, while my hearing floats in and out as I go languid.

My body must be numb, because I don’t even feel Devon shift from between my legs before he appears in my line of sight, hovering over me.

“You doing okay, little mouse?”

“I… ah…” I shrug. I think. I still can’t feel anything.

Devon chuckles. “So what do you think?”

“About?” I whisper, my lids blinking rapidly as the surrounding sounds start to creep back in.

“My kiss.” He smirks, and hell, he could ask me to do anything for him right now, and I think I’d obey without argument.

“I think…” I breathe, a lazy smile tugging at my lips. “I think I like mistletoe.”

Throwing his head back, Devon laughs, its deep rich tone seeping into my chest and settling there like a comfortable weighted blanket.

Scooping his hands under my back, Devon helps me to sit up, and it takes a moment for my lightheadedness to fade away. He eyes me with that damn shit-eating grin he wearsso well, before taking a tissue from his desk and dabbing at the mess I made on his chin.

And there’s my cheeks, on fire once again.

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