Page 52 of Hostile for the Holidays

He’s watching me intently so I start with the basics.

I lick him from base to tip.

“You’re going to need more than that, Stell.”

I know he’s right. If I try to lick him like a lollipop, I’ll be here all night.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, and a cocky smirk on his face, he tells me, “Spit on it, baby.”

Those four words do something to me. I’m not sure if it’s the first three or the last one, but I do what he says. I collect as much saliva from my mouth as I can and leaning over his lap, I let it drip from my lips and onto his shaft. With my hand, I work the saliva up and down, coating him thoroughly before diving back in with my mouth. Swirling my way down his shaft with my tongue, I suck him in as deep as I can take him.

“Bet you never thought you’d be on your knees with those pretty lips wrapped around me.”

“Never.” I moan around him. I’m so wet, I know I’ll have to go home and touch myself when I’m done here. I’ll have to muffle my moans under my pillow so I can make eye contact with my family tomorrow at the breakfast table.

He groans. “Fuck, Stella. You suck me so well.”

I love hearing him say my name. Knowing that I can draw out as much pleasure from him as he wrenched from me earlier.

“Are you going to be loud?” My eyes look to his bedroom door while I continue to pump him with my hand. “Do I need to stuff my panties in your mouth?”

He smirks, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “That’s an excellent idea.”

In the quickest power move I’ve ever seen, Jasper reaches for my hips and flips me around, lying back on the bed with me on top of him so my center is aligned with his face. I’m face down, still holding onto his hard cock but now I can feel his warm breath at the crotch of my very wet panties.

I’m so shocked by the change in position, I can’t even form words. “W—what are you?—”

“You think I’m going to pass up a chance to taste you, baby?”

His tongue plays with me through the soaked fabric. Then, in a torturous turn of events, he pulls my panties aside and dips his tongue inside me.

“You going to finish me off, Stell?” he asks between licks. “Or are you too distracted now?”

I suck him to the back of my throat and he groans against my center. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you with all that groaning.”

He thrusts a finger inside me, then another. A third joins and oh god, I’m going to lose it.

“You should see how hot your pussy looks filled with my fingers.”

I bite back my own groan, every nerve in my body tingling. It knows how good this is going to be, but I can’t give in yet.

“Damn it, Jasper,” I mutter before picking up the pace on his cock again.

He adjusts my hips, lifting me closer to him, then starts a punishing rhythm with his tongue against my clit.

“I bet I can make you squirt on my face,” he mumbles against me.

“I bet I can suck you dry,” I counter before returning to the rhythm that I know is pushing him closer to the edge.

It’s the most satisfying sexual moment of my life. Feeling the pleasure building inside me while holding it off so I can make Jasper eat his words and blow his load down my throat first.

And it pays off.

“Stella, baby, I’m going to come.”

It’s a warning that almost has me smiling around his cock, but I refrain because I’ve got to take him to the finish line.

And I do.

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