Page 118 of A Very Naughty Christmas

A moment later, the sensations became more intense.

Always being a quick one to orgasm, especially when there were vibrations to my clit, I could feel myself starting to get aroused.

My channel began to produce more of my juices as my clit swelled up. The vibrations between my legs got even stronger.

My toes curled inside my footie pajamas as my hands clenched. With each minute that passed, the intensity of the vibrations grew stronger and stronger, until all of my muscles felt like they were going to break from how tense they were.

I wanted to come, but realized that I hadn’t asked permission to do so, which was against the rules.

“Sir?”

“Yes, dear?” he asked, suddenly leaning over me as the vibrations kicked it up another notch.

“Oh!” I groaned, trying to control myself, but I was having a really hard time. This humming device of torment was snuggled up right on my clit, after all.

“Did you need something, honey?” he teased.

“Can I please come?” I gasped out.

“Let me think about it.” Just then the speed increased again. Holy crap!

“Please!” I cried out. I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to wait. A girl could only have a toy vibrating between her legs for so long before she lost control.

“You may come.”

Closing my eyes, I let the vibrations take me away. My orgasm pulsed through my body, all my muscles tightening and then relaxing as my inner vaginal walls tried to clamp down on something.

The vibrations kept coming, spurring my orgasm on further and further. Finally, I didn’t think I’d be able to take anymore, but the device didn’t quit.

“Drew,” I sobbed, needing the attention to stop.

He must have known what I meant because he was unzipping my pajamas and turned the toy off before removing it from in between my legs.

“Thank you,” I panted, trying to catch my breath from all of that excitement.

“I take it you liked your present.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You were beautiful to watch come. I think I’m going to enjoy watching it every morning. While I sit back and drink my coffee.”

“Every morning?”

I didn’t know if I could handle waking up to that every day. It was super intense, the way that it had been positioned; I didn’t have any control over the settings and the vibrations got stronger and stronger. It was a good thing that I had been lying down on the floor;otherwise, I’d be worried that my legs would have given out.

“Yes, this is an alarm clock that you can program and it’ll wake you up to an orgasm.”

That wouldn’t be a bad way to wake up every day, but I was worried about afterwards. My entire body felt like jelly now. How the heck was I going to get up out of bed after a session with that thing and still be on time to work?

My distress must have shown on my face because he said, “Maybe this alarm clock will only be for special occasions.”

“I like that idea.”

He put the toy back in the box. I was so going to wash it afterward. He leaned over me again, gave me a kiss before zipping my pajamas back up.

When I sat up, I could feel my panties were soaked from my arousal. I looked down at myself, praying that there wouldn’t be a big wet spot noticeable. Thankfully, there wasn’t.

“Problem, sweetie?”

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