Page 26 of The Christmas List

All it takes to send me spiraling into the most powerful orgasm of my life is him closing his lips around my clit and sucking, alternating pressure. He strokes the spot inside of me that has my toes curling on his shoulders and tiny black spots dancing behind my eyes that are squeezed so tightly shut my head swims.

“Wyatt, Wyatt, Wyatt,” I chant on a desperate breath, my legs beginning to tremble as my core tightens and clenches, my mind spinning as I give myself over to my climax.

“That’s my girl,” he pauses to whisper against my heated flesh. “So fucking good for me, Josie. Soaking my tongue, coating my beard with your cum.”

His filthy words, something new present-day Wyatt excels at, wash over me as the aftershocks of my orgasm pulse through me. He never stops, wringing every ounce of pleasure out of me until I’m limp, completely sated and boneless.

And then he rises above me, a wolfish grin on his too-handsome face, and murmurs, “Give meanother, honey.”

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Josie’s heated, heavy-lidded eyes peer up at me as I hold myself above her, my forearm planted on the soft fur of the rug beneath us and the pad of my finger tracing a rosy pink nipple illuminated by firelight.

Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this very moment so many times, her laid out beneath me with a halo of dark hair spread around her, her sated expression after I devoured her.

A breathy moan pushes past her lips, and her hips rock, brushing against my cock, which is already weeping after just…tastingher.

“I can’t get over how stunning you are, Josie,” I murmur, rolling her taut nipple between my fingers, never taking my eyes off hers. “Fucking perfection.”

Even in just the dim light of the fire, I see her cheeks turn pink, and I grin.

I continue to tease her nipples with my fingers and my tongue, flicking the tip over each peak until she’s squirming against me again, the smallest movement that has a heady dose of arousal trickling down my spine.

My hips snap forward, sending my cock jutting against her pussy, which is still glistening from her orgasm, and a soft whimper pushes past her lips. Her hands fly to my shoulders, her nails creating crescents on my skin from how tightly she’s planted her fingers.

“Wyatt…” The breathless moan has my balls tightening.

“I love when you say my name like that, honey. Fuck. I want you toscreamit while my cock is buried inside of you.”

Her eyes darken as she draws her plump, thoroughly kissed bottom lip between her teeth and gives me a wicked smile. “Then get inside of me,honey.”

I’ve seen many different versions of the woman beneath me, but the bold, confident, ask-for-what-she-wants version? Yeah, I think it just might be my favorite.

Shit, I’m so crazy about her. Out of my mind for her. Anticipation and raw desire course through me as her hips roll, trying to press her pretty pink little pussy against my straining erection.

A low hum vibrates in my throat when she flattens her hands along my abdomen and slowly trails her fingers lower, the muscles coiling and tightening from her touch.

I’m nearly shaking, my control fraying at the edges, the moment her hand slips beneath the waistband of my shorts and she curves her soft palm over my dick, squeezing tightly.

All while holding my gaze in a way that somehow feels more intimate than any moment we’ve ever shared together before.

Fuuuuuuck.

The sharp hiss that bursts from my throat echoes into the living room around us as she pumps my cock, sweeping her thumb over the head and gathering the precum, spreading it around and coating me.

There’s no way I’m lasting when I finally get inside of her. Not when I’ve been desperate for this, desperate for her, for so fucking long.

Josie Pearce will be my undoing. One that I will gladly accept.

I reach between us and drag my fingers through her pussy, coating my fingers with her creamy arousal before slipping them inside of her, using the pad of my thumb to circle her clit while I stroke her G-spot.

My gaze moves over her pliable body, admiring how easily my touch sets her on fire. Her back bows from the rug, and she cries out.

She’s already ready for me, but I want to play with her, get her writhing beneath me before I slide my cock inside of her.

Her pussy’s so damn pretty as she stretches around me, greedily pulling me in.

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