Page 81 of Sinning for Santa

“Does it make you wet?” he asks. “Blink once for no and twice for yes.”

I blink twice.

Chapter sixteen

Devon

“Fuuuck. Touch yourself while I fuck this pretty mouth.”

I’ve never been this hard in my life. I feel like the skin on my cock is about to split open, and fuck, I don’t even care. Not with my little mouse on her knees, letting me fuck those plump lips, her blue eyes bright while tears stream from them.

She’s not crying though. No, she’s fucking enjoying this, getting off on the way I assault her mouth.

She gags again, the sound gargled, and fuck, I’ve never had a thing for gagging until now. She’s not even trying to push me away as the tip of my cock slides down her throat.

I can see her arm moving, so I lean to the side a little to see those dainty fingers rubbing over her panties so fast, it’s like she's mashing the needy bud, desperate for release.

When she moans around my cock, I swear I nearly come from the vibration, so I still, not ready for this to be over yet.

“You like that, Jax?” I rasp before thrusting into her throat again.

Still looking up at me, she blinks twice, and fuck, I love how compliant she is. So willing to let me defile her like this.

“Are you going to come for me?” I ask, even as I feel my balls start to tighten. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

I piston into her then, past the point of no return, chasing my release as pleasure rips through me and I stiffen as my cum shoots down her throat.

Shegags again, spluttering this time as some of my cum sprays from her mouth, and fuck, just the sight has more cum bursting from my tip.

Not wanting her to follow through on another gag, I pull out, my gaze tracking the mess I’ve made as rivers of my cum ooze down her jaw and neck, some dripping between her cleavage.

“That has to be the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.” I lower myself to my haunches in front of her, my belt forgotten, now laying on the floor behind Jaxcen. “Did you enjoy that, little mouse?”

“Yes,” she whispers before her tongue darts out to swipe up a drop of my cum just below her lip.

Fuck.

Where has she been all my fucking life.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” I straighten, scooping up my belt and bark. “Stand up.”

She takes no care to wipe up the mess I’ve left on her, instead complying eagerly, like she’s excited to see what will happen next.

I should set my phone up and record this. Send it to her fuckhead fiancé and show him how she really likes it.

“Wrists together,” I order, and again, she's quick to obey, holding out her wrists to me, her blue gaze intrigued as I loop my belt around them like cuffs, before I reach overhead and pull the strap over the confessional’s supporting beam, forcing her arms over her head.

A gasp escapes her, those blue eyes tracking everything I do as I secure her in place and then step back to take in my Christmas treat.

“You know, I’m going to want this every Christmas now that I’ve had it.” I reach out and graze the backs of my fingers down the column of her neck until I get to her dress, eyeing the buttons that run all the way down the front. “Will you come to me every Christmas, Jaxcen? Run off on your husband and let me do whatever I want to you before I send you back to him, stuffed full of my cum?”

Her cheeks flareto life as her plump lips part, her chest rising and falling quickly as my words affect her.

“As long as you kidnap me each year, I won’t fight it.”

Her response nearly floors me.

Fuck, my dick is rock hard again from that admission alone, and I grin like the cat who got the fucking cream.

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