Page 82 of Sinning for Santa

“Maybe I’ll send you back to him with more than my cum inside you.” I grip the front of her dress with both hands and rip it open, the sounds of buttons clattering to the old timber floor louder than I expected as she gasps again, the shock of the action taking her off guard. “Maybe I’ll send you back to him carrying my baby.”

Her eyes widen and lips part as if to protest, but I silence her words with my lips, claiming a kiss so fucking searing that the temperature feels like it spikes twenty degrees inside the chapel.

As our tongues dance, I taste my cum and I’m not even repulsed by it. Everything this woman does makes me fucking desperate, and I just know there are lines I’ll cross for her, that I’ve never considered crossing before with anyone else.

Reaching between us, I palm her tit, a nice handful, full and plump. My fingers find her nipple, already pebbled and straining as I slide my other hand to the searing skin on her waist, under the dress and around to her back before travelling down to her arse.

She moans into our kiss as I grip her butt, pressing my hips forward to get some friction on my cock, just as she’s seeking on her clit.

Breaking our kiss, I nip at her lip hard, and just when I’m about to pull away, her teeth clamp down on my lower lip, not stopping until I can taste the copper of my own blood.

I growl, and she gyrates before sucking my lip into her own, and when she pulls back, her smile is seductive and her tongue darts out to lick the crimson streak of my life source off her own lips.

“Fuck, little mouse. You’ve turned into a tiger.”

She grins, flashing her teeth.

And fuck me sideways, I’ve never seen anything sexier.

How the fuck does she keep doing that. Blowing my mind with everything she does.

It’s like a beast has awoken in her. Like I’ve stirred the monster and now it wants to play.

And fuck I’m here for it.

Stepping back, I make quick work of tearing her panties at the side seams, ripping them from her body as she gasps in shock, before I dangle them in front of her face.

“Look how drenched they are.” I press them to my nose, watching her eyes widen and darken with even more arousal as I inhale her scent. “Fuck, Jax. You smell divine.”

Her lips part with a pant, so I gather the wet crotch of her panties in my hand and press them to her lips.

“Open.”

She does instantly, letting me stuff her mouth with the wet fabric.

“Suck your juice from them, little mouse. Taste yourself.”

She hesitates at first, so I quirk a brow, which is when she finally gives in and the sound of her sucking on the fabric meets my ears.

Fuck yes.

Without a second thought, I fall to my knees, my gaze travelling up her naked flesh, her creamy skin so flawless up to her two plump tits, perky and straining as she watches me from above.

“I’m fucking starving, little mouse.”

She whimpers as I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her up to me, and I drag my gaze to her pink flesh, already swollen with desire and glistening with her own arousal.

Like a man starved, I dive in, my lips latching onto her clit and I suck.

She cries out, the sound muffled around the fabric of her panties, and I can already tell it won’t take much to make her climax. She’s already hovering on the line.

Breaking the suction on her clit, I glide my tongue through her folds, lapping at her juices and the moment she starts gyrating, I fucking let loose on her.

My tongue lashes, my lips suck, all while my fingers travel up to press against the puckered rose of her back passage.

I bet no one has been there either, and just the thought of me introducing her to that level of pleasure has my cock jerking with need.

“Yes,” she cries, although muffled around the fabric of her panties, so I press firmer against her back door as I assault her clit with my mouth.

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