Page 28 of Holidate Pursuit

“Wow, these are…” Instead of finishing his thought, Justin laughs as he holds up the pair of pajamas he just opened, which have a picture of Santa saying, “I do it for the hos.”

My parents included him in our Christmas Eve tradition of gifting everyone a new pair. The problem is my brother handled the shopping this year since my parents were too busy—yeah, right. He bought Mom and Dad basic holiday-themed ones while humbly buying himself a pair that says, “Might as well sleep under the tree, ’cause we all know I’m the gift in the family.”

“Nice one, Trevor. Are you calling me a ho?” I ask, referring to Justin’s while laughing.

“I don’t know… You’re last, so go ahead and open yours,” he answers cryptically.

I tear into mine and immediately start laughing. Since Trevor knew Justin would be here, it makes sense that he had ours tie in together. Mine say, “Santa’s favorite ho.”

Holding them up to show everyone, Justin loses it, practically crying from laughing so hard, which sets me off too, followedby everyone else. Soon, we’re all wiping tears from our eyes. I haven’t seen my parents laugh like this in a long time—it’s nice.

After we calm down, my brother says, “All right, let’s all change into them before the movie. We’ll meet in the theater in twenty.”

Justin rises and grabs my hand to help me up from the couch before leading us to our room.

I’m halfway to the closet when Justin swiftly tackles me to the bed, making me squeal. He lays me flat on my back, straddling me, trapping my arms above my head, my new pajamas thrown to the side.

“How’s my favorite ho feeling?” He nips my ear.

I giggle. “Much better now,” I respond while he works my neck with his mouth, turning my giggles into moans.

“Good. We have twenty minutes… Whatever shall we do?”

“What you’re doing is good.” My neck is straining to give him more room to roam.

“Oh, we can do better than this. Why don’t I help you get changed?” His hands reach for the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it while skimming his thumbs along my skin, leaving behind a trail of goose bumps.

I hum in agreement. “Okay.”

“I love you being so agreeable.” He scoots down and grazes my belly with featherlight kisses as he removes my shirt.

Eager for more, I reach back to undo my bra, flinging it to the floor. “I don’t wear a bra with pajamas.”

“Is that so? Good thing you took it off then.” His mouth immediately engulfs my breast while circling my nipple with his tongue.

“I could stay here all night and suck these beautiful tits, but we’re short on time, so I better finish getting you ready for your pajamas.”

“Mm-hmm. You should, for sure.”

His mouth moves back down my stomach as he undoes my pants and pulls them down, leaving my panties in place, but then he pauses and glances up.

“Maybe you should put some fresh panties on to go with your new pajamas?”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

Justin winks. “Great minds think alike.”

Within seconds, all my clothes are on the floor, and Justin’s face is between my legs, his hands spreading me wide open for him.

“Fuck, Lucy, you smell like heaven.” He licks up my center. “And you taste like dessert. Goddamn, baby, I need to feast on you.”

Before I know what’s happening, he rolls us over so he’s flat on his back, me on top of him, then drags me up so I’m sitting on his torso, my core inches from his mouth.

“Justin, what are you doing?”

“I want you to sit on my face and let me eat that pussy while you get yourself off. Scoot yourself on up here.”

“You can’t be serious.”

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