Page 25 of Holidate Pursuit

“Fuck. I need to see you come, baby. Will you let me do that for you?”

“Yes. Oh God, please.”

I’ll take that as her begging.

“Good girl.” My hand dips into her waistband, under her panties, finding her drenched.

“Damn, sweetheart, if you needed me this badly, all you had to do was ask. I’ve been dying to get my hands on this pussy for days now.” My fingers probe her hole, anxious to sink further.

“Justin…”

“Do you need me to fuck you with my fingers, baby? Do you want me to ram this tight pussy with my hand and make you scream?”

Her cry is the only answer I need, so without a word, I plunge two digits into her wet heat and revel in the feel of her channel sucking me in. My arm strains from the pressure I’m applying as my fingers flick her inner walls. She screams in ecstasy as my lips continue their assault on her neck while thrusting into her. My swollen cock is humping her leg like a dog, searching for release.

“I know you need this, baby. You want to be fucked so bad, don’t you?”

I grab her hair and pull, her feral gaze meeting mine when I raise my head.

“You’re going to look at me while I make you come. No one makes you come like I do. Isn’t that right?”

“No.” She shakes her head as much as possible with my grip on her hair.

“That’s right. Let me have it, then. Come for me.”

I pull her hair harder, find her G-spot, and she fucking explodes. Her tight pussy squeezes my fingers, pulsing as she screams her release.

My mouth descends, my tongue plunging into her mouth as my hips maintain their thrusting.

In the blink of an eye, I’m on my knees, unzipping my pants to finish myself while my other hand continues to milk her pleasure. I pump my cock furiously. Once, twice, three times, and I come on top of her stomach, marking her as mine.

“Fuck. Oh God, Lucy. Damn, your pussy feels so good.” I grunt my release until the very last drop before sinking back on my ass, slowly removing my hand from between her legs.

“Holy shit, that was incredible,” I say after catching my breath.

“Yeah. Good.” She pants each word in between breaths.

HO, HO, HO

Justin

“Merry Christmas Eve,” I say the moment Lucy’s eyes blink open. I’ve been watching her sleep for the last fifteen minutes, remembering how nice it was to have her in my arms for most of yesterday. Having staff bring food to the room is a nice perk of the Alcott residence. After our late afternoon nap, we ended up staying in bed the rest of the night watching movies.

“Merry Christmas Eve.” She smiles softly.

“Should we celebrate?” I raise my eyebrows in question.

“No. We should get our last-minute shopping done. The stores close early today, and it’s your fault we didn’t go yesterday.”

“I’m not taking the blame for that. It was your brother’s fault for plying me with drinks, and then yours for being so damn irresistible.” I pull her into me and start tickling her sides—one of my favorite things to do—so I can hear her laugh.

The next thing I know, her mouth is on mine, taking me off guard, but it doesn’t stop me from taking advantage of the moment. Within seconds, we’re moaning and grinding into each other before she abruptly pushes me away.

“Don’t distract me. Seriously, we need to get going.” She looks at the clock on the nightstand. “We’re leaving in thirty minutes.”

“I can be ready in five. Let’s use the other twenty-five wisely.” Reaching for her, I’m met with another shove.

“Well, I need all thirty, so you’re on your own,” she retorts as she climbs out of bed.

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