Page 73 of Fake It 'Til You Sleigh It

“Chase, you drive me out of my goddamn mind.”

She meets my gaze, her eyes dark and predatory with a wicked smile. “Good,” she whispers, her hand still stroking me.

In a torturously slow teasing motion, she bunches up the skirt of her dress around her hips and slides her leg over my lap. Her fingers nimbly release the button of my pants as she lingers above me, allowing just enough space for me to slide my pants down to my knees.

“You might have had your share of women,” she murmurs, her voice a sultry whisper, “but I’m the one you’ll never forget.”

She grasps my rock-hard cock in her hands, steadying herself on my lap, and my body tingles with want. I hastily dive into the wicker basket and grab an entire strip of condoms.I was hoping the evening would go this way.

“Quite presumptuous of you, don’t ya think?”

“Not sure if you know, but I grant Christmas wishes. And I guessed what yours might be.”

“Maybe you really are magic.” She sets the condoms aside with a smirk. “For later.”

I bask in her wetness as she nestles my shaft between her legs, rubbing against the fabric of her see-through panties, the flimsy barrier driving me wild with anticipation.

“You’re so damn wet.”

“I’m drenched for you, Ethan.”

She moves against me, slow and deliberate, a sweet torture that has me gripping her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.

Her lips part, and the subtle gasp that escapes sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

Chase tugs down the top of her dress, guiding my head and pressing my face firmly against her breasts. My stubble grazes her silky skin as I lick and kiss my way to her nipples. I suck hard, anxious to hear that sweet moan of hers again.

She rocks her hips more forcefully, and I can tell she’s climbing faster than expected. I reach around from behind and yank her lacy underwear to the side. I take two of my fingers and soak them in her wetness before plunging them inside her. She gasps at the sensation.

“Mmm, Ethan, that feels so good.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“More. More!”

I finger fuck her pussy, and she rides my fingers hard. I’m pushing so deep, and she’s grinding with purpose. She’s right there, and I sense her walls tremble. Her slick muscles squeeze around me, and suddenly I’m sucking so hard on her breasts I’m marking her.

I want her to know that she was mine, even if just for tonight.

“What are you… doing to me… I’m—” Her moans crescendo, pitching higher and higher—like a melody of need.

Her muscles lock tight around my fingers as her orgasm takes control, ripples of pleasure cascading over her. Until she finally goes limp, collapsing on top of me. I can feel her heart racing against mine, her breath choppy. Knowing I’m the man who got her to this peak… It’s deeply satisfying.

I long for more. So much more. But at the very least, I can give her this.

“Are you done, baby?” I whisper, still sliding my fingers in and out of her, savoring the feel of her velvety walls.

Chase hazily murmurs, “Fuck me hard,” before diving her tongue into my ear. The euphoric feeling unleashes a rush of pleasure to all the right places.

Holy hell. She knows that sends me right to the edge.

I hastily grab the condom and roll it on, stroking myself with a rough, eager touch. I want to give her every fucking inch I’ve got. To bury my cock so deep in her that she’ll feel me for days.

“You got a position in mind?”

Her eyes meet mine. “Take charge, Ethan. Take me how you want me.”

I almost detonate right then and there.

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