Page 32 of Christmas Candy

I ripped her jeans and panties the rest of the way down and kissed her ankle, up her calf, her knee, and finally up the creamy expanse of her thigh. When I got close to her wet pussy, I forced myself to work up her other leg first. She deserved the full treatment, and I wanted to sample every last bit of her skin. When I was done, there wouldn’t be a place on her body that didn’t bear the brand of my mouth.

As I slowly kissed back up her other leg, she let out a series of high moans with each breath. I loved her sounds. I was going crazy to bury my face in her, but I slowed down and pushed her thighs apart.

When met with faint resistance, I growled, “Spread your legs.”

She relaxed and gave herself up to me. My big hands looked hot as fuck against her smooth, perfect thighs. She whimpered as I spread her further and breathed on her pussy. Her pink folds were understated and covered in her honey. I was starving for it.

“You afraid, Jess?” I played my tongue over her, barely touching her plump flesh.

She squirmed and dug her hands into my scalp. “No.”

“Do you want this?” I ghosted my tongue along her again. Her hips lifted to me but I backed away. I wanted her to tell me, though denying myself was making my cock painfully hard.

“Yes.” Barely a whisper.

“Tell me, Jess. Use the words. Tell me exactly what you want.” I darted my tongue against her clit, and it took everything I had to stop myself from fastening my mouth to her.

“I want you t-to—”

I moved my palms closer to her pussy and massaged the sensitive skin in the hollow of her thigh. “What, baby? Tell me what.”

I wanted her wild. I wanted the shy girl who wouldn’t meet my eyes gone. I wanted this wildcat in her place. I licked with just a bit more pressure, teasing against her clit.

She moaned. “I want you to eat my pussy and make me come.”

Her words were like a shot of pure adrenaline, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Jess

My eyes rolled backin my head as an explosion of sensation rocketed up from my pussy. Michael had teased me into a frenzy but now the tease was over. His mouth was hot and his tongue was as nimble as it was wicked. I used to think that nothing on earth could feel better than a vibrator. I was wrong. So wrong.

He licked from my entrance to my clit in several long strokes and I couldn’t stop the moans that welled up inside me. His mouth was electric and I jumped at every touch. His hands were spread along my inner thigh, spreading me so that I was wide open to him.

When he licked up and seized on my clit, I thought I might come off the bed. And then, right when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I felt a hard nub of hot metal teasing at my skin.

“Michael!” I gasped as his tongue piercing rake against my clit.

He moved his hands beneath my thighs and pushed my legs so they wrapped around his head. Then his hands snaked up my stomach and gripped my breasts. He groaned into my pussy and my hips rose up even higher, my ass off the bed as he licked and sucked at my most tender spots.

My stomach was already drawn tight as a piano wire when he pinched my nipples hard.

“Oh my god, Michael.” It came out in a garble, matching the thoughts that swirled in my head.

When he stabbed his tongue deep into me, any last thought disappeared. I was nothing more than a burning pyre of need. The sensation was foreign but more delicious than anything I’d ever felt.

He moved back to my clit, sucking it between his teeth and rubbing the stud in his tongue over it. I rocked my hips against his mouth, my need overcoming any embarrassment at what I was doing. I had to come. I had to.

“Mmm,” he said against me as I rocked harder and harder.

He gripped each breast hard and ran his thumb over my nipples, sending tiny explosions through me and making my pussy tighten. I was close, so close, and when I looked down and saw his eyes fixed on mine, I was gone.

I came on a scream, his name all I could think as my body seized and he kept licking me. My pussy convulsed in the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced. Wave after wave of bliss washed over me as the pleasurable waves multiplied until I was awash in a sea of indulgence. He never stopped licking, his groans vibrating into me as I arched off the bed. As I came back down, I relaxed my legs and gulped in huge breaths of air.

He gave me a few more licks, each one sending a tremor through my hypersensitive body. Then he stood and pushed his shorts off. His cock was so thick that I swallowed hard. But, god, he was gorgeous. His wide chest tapered to washboard abs, a trim waist, and that perfect length.

“This is yours, Jess.” He gripped himself as he held my gaze. “All of this.” He pumped slowly, his hand sliding along the skin where I wanted my mouth to be. “Is yours.”

I raised up on my elbows, my legs still spread, my body completely open to him. I was ready. “I want it. Give it to me.” Was that my raspy sex voice demanding his cock?

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