Page 31 of Christmas Candy

My fingers hesitated. “What?”

“Once you let me in there, I’m going to take everything you have, every way that I want. You’re mine. I need you to know that.”

My heart stuttered and kicked into an even faster beat. Was I ready for this? Could I handle the bad boy from across the hall?

He stared me down with his green gaze flecked with hazel. Did it matter anymore whether Icoulddo it? No, it didn’t. What I wanted was right in front of me. I realized I was going to do it no matter what.

I took a deep breath and unlocked the door.

Michael

Iturnedthe handle and pushed the door open. She’d backed away, her eyes wide as I walked into her home and closed the door behind me with finality.

I stilled for a moment and just looked at her, drinking in her pale smooth skin, heart-shaped face, dangerous curves, and pink lips. My cock roared back to life, and I was no longer content just to look. Rushing to her, I kissed her hard.

She may have had boyfriends in the past, dickless wonders who weren’t good enough for her, who would never be the man she needed. But I knew they never kissed her like this, like they couldn’t live without her. I teased my tongue along her lips, but she didn’t open. She was still shy, even now.

I put a hand in her hair and finally felt the dark strands between my fingers. I gripped close to her scalp and pulled enough for her to know I meant it. She gasped and it was just the opening I needed. I darted my tongue inside and finally got a full taste of what was mine.

She was a good six inches shorter than me, so it wasn’t difficult to pull her head back at an angle and slant my mouth over hers. She opened all the way, giving herself over to me. I growled my satisfaction into her mouth as she started to move her tongue against mine in tentative strokes.

Her nipples were hard beneath her t-shirt and her large tits were pressed against my chest. I was in heaven as I licked her tongue. She moaned and gripped at the bare skin of my back, her nails digging in just enough to scratch the surface.

She was soft and warm, and I needed her naked. I reached down to her ass and lifted her so she straddled me. Her apartment was a mirror image of mine, so I turned to the right and took her to the bedroom. I didn’t break our kiss, needing her mouth, her breath like I need air in my lungs.

I didn’t look, just kept walking until my knees bumped into something that must have been her bed. I got on my knees and fell on top of her, her soft body molding to my hard one. My cock was against the heat of her cunt, the juncture of her thighs like the surface of the sun. I needed all of it, no barriers.

Pushing up from her, I grabbed a fistful of her shirt and pulled her to a sitting position.

“Hey!” Her lips were bruised, her eyes dazed. So fucking sexy.

I gripped the hem and yanked the fabric up, forcing her to raise her arms as I pulled the shirt away. She wore a simple white bra, the cups some sort of molded material that I didn’t give two shits for.

“Bra off now.”

“I don’t know if we should—”

“Take it off or I’m ripping it off. Choice is yours.”

Fear sparked in her eyes and then a heat that I’d hoped existed under her demure façade. She kicked her chin up a notch in challenge. I smiled. She was a wildcat. She just didn’t know it until that moment.

She didn’t move, so I gripped the fabric between her breasts and ripped it away. The bra was a ruin as I pulled it from her and tossed it to the floor. Her breasts were free, and the momentum I had to completely strip her ceased. All I could see were the two tear drop mounds with erect nipples pointing right at me, begging to be in my mouth.

I pushed her back roughly and palmed one while I tongued the other. I groaned against her, the taste of her skin smooth and sweet. Opening my mouth wide, I took as much of her in as I could. Her nipple teased against my tongue, and I slid it out and snared it between my teeth.

She moaned and arched into me as I bit down on her, my hand kneading her other breast. Her hands were in my hair, her nails digging into my scalp as I sampled her. I switched, getting a taste of both before kissing down her stomach. Her skin trembled beneath me, soft and taut at the same time.

I grazed my teeth around her belly button and down to the waist of her jeans. They were half zipped from what she’d been doing earlier behind the door. The memory of her soft sighs had me ravenous. I gripped the jeans at her hips and yanked, pulling them and her panties down in a smooth jerk. She yelped.

“Fuck, Jess.” It was all I could say once I saw her glistening slit. It was perfect with a light covering of damp curls.

With her knees still together, I dug the tip of my tongue into the top of her cleft. She bucked, but I gripped her hips hard so she couldn’t escape me. I would never let her go, not now that I finally had a taste.

“No one’s ever done this to you before?” I asked and ran my tongue even deeper, grazing her clit.

She squealed. “No, never!”

Pride swelled inside me that she’d givenmethis gift. And no one else would ever taste the sweetness I just found. Every last bit of it was mine.

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