Page 6 of Rejoice

“I’ll open my presents once you’ve come a time or two.” He pressed the vibrator against me and swirled it up and down my folds through the material.

“Gray. I got you the same thing.”

He paused with the vibe a scant centimeter below my clit, just out of reach of where the sensations drove me crazy in all the best ways. His gaze flicked to the box I’d indicated and back to me.

I tried to wiggle so I could get the full effect of the toy, but he moved it every time I did. With his other hand he grabbed my be-ribboned gift and popped it open.

A matching candy cane vibrator came out of the box.

“You dirty girl. I’ve got plans for what to do with two of these and I doubt you’ll be laughing with one in your pussy and the other in your sweet hot ass.”

Uh-oh.

Gray set both the toys down and slid my panties from me and when they were off, threw them over his shoulder. “Spread your legs for me, love. Let me open my present now.”

Dios Mio, I love Christmas.

I did as he demanded, and he laid on the floor, his face within licking distance. The buzz of one vibe started up again. Gray ran it along the inside of my thigh, teasing me, making me wonder which way he would go with it.

Into my pussy it went, and he found exactly the right angle to hit my g-spot. A millisecond later his mouth was on my clit and he moved the vibrator in time with his licks and lashes of my nub.

“Oh, Gray. Fuck me.”

He did.

Expertly.

Right before I was ready to come nice and hard, he lifted his head and pulled the toy out. “You taste like candy canes now.”

“Don’t stop.” I didn’t care if I tasted like the nectar of the gods.

“Don’t stop what?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

My dirty bad boy always wanted to hear the words. If he wanted to torture me, I could tease him right back with my own version of our little games. “Please?”

Gray turned the vibrator off and pushed two fingers into me. That worked too. Except he didn’t fuck me with his fingers. He drew my juices out and swirled them over the pucker of my ass.

I gasped in a breath, anticipating the push of his fingers there.

“Please what, Angel?”

“Please, fuck me.”

“Hmm. I like the sound of that. Fuck you where?”

Now, I’d done it. Here’s where the real fun began. “Anywhere you want.”

“Say it, love. Tell me where you want me to fuck you. Here,” he pushed his fingers back into my pussy. “Or here?”

This time he speared one wet finger through the tight ring of muscles and pumped it slowly into my ass.

My body craved his dark desires. He carefully controlled my every yearning, and we tortured each other a little longer.

“What about the vibrators?”

“Whichever hole you don’t choose, that’s where your Christmas present is going.”

Mierde.

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