Page 31 of Matchmaking Under the Mistletoe

“Uh, yeah, unless you're not into it…” I trail off, continuing to tease her and waiting to see what she’ll say.

“Well, I’ve never really done that,” she admits quietly, refusing to make eye contact with me at that confession.

Wait, what? Did she just say what I think she said?

“Millie, are you telling me that no one has ever tasted your sweet pussy?” I growl, reaching my other hand up to grab her chin, forcing her eyes to meet mine.

She shakes her head, still looking embarrassed.

“Come on, don’t get shy on me now,” I insist, continuing to pump my fingers in and out of her, letting my hand bump against her clit as I try to bring her focus back to me. “Use your words, Mills, and tell me you want my mouth on you. I’ve been dreaming about you wrapping your thighs around my face and letting me taste how bad you want me to fuck you.”

I pause for a moment, holding my breath to see what she’ll say.

“Brian, please,” she whispers, and I feel a smirk spread across my face.

“Such a good girl,” I murmur, pulling my hand from where I’ve been teasing her. She cries out at the loss of contact, and I smile at her reaction. “Hmm, someone’s feeling a little needy, huh?” I tease before reaching up and slowly pulling her panties down her legs. As I trace them further and further, I lean over and start trailing kisses up her thigh. “It’s okay, Mills, I’m gonna take care of you.”

The closer I get to her center, the more she writhes beneath me, rolling her hips to try to pull my body into hers. I inch closer before blowing a burst of cool air across her pussy, loving the way she responds to my teasing, before I finally give in. When I flick my tongue across her center, she lets out a yelp, wrapping one of her legs around my shoulder and using that leverage to grind against my face.

“God, yes,” she says as I begin to work my hand in tandem with my tongue, already feeling her make her way towards herrelease. I spend several minutes teasing her, pulling back when I can tell she’s getting close.

“Millie, you taste so good,” I murmur, before leaning back in and grazing my teeth across her clit. She lets out a loud yelp before wrapping both legs around me and pulling me to her. I try to take my time tasting her, but I can tell she’s racing toward an orgasm, and honestly, I can’t wait to feel her come on my fingers and mouth. Deciding to give her what she wants, I start moving my hand faster. She rolls her hips, finding a rhythm, fucking my fingers and mouth until she cries out, coming hard.

I pull back, sitting on my heels in front of the sofa where she’s spread out before me, giving her a moment to catch her breath. After a moment, she smiles before saying, “That was incredible.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t agree more,” I tell her, as she grabs my hand and pulls me closer to her. She kisses me, tentatively at first, but deepening the kiss after a moment.

“You like tasting yourself on me, Millie? You taste so damn sweet,” I tell her, trying to ignore the way she’s pressing herself against my still covered cock.

“Mm hmm, but now I want to feel you inside me,” she whispers, rolling her hips once and I feel my dick twitch in my jeans.

“That can be arranged,” I reply. Reaching down, I push my boxers down my legs, unable to wait any longer. I free my cock and take it in my hand, teasing her with it.Shit, she feels so good.

“Hold on. Let me grab a condom,” I groan, hating the idea of leaving her spread on the couch to spend the next few minutes digging through my bedside drawer instead of feeling her wrapped around me.

“Don’t,” she whispers. “I’ve had an IUD for years, and I got tested as soon as I found out about—”

“Millie, I swear, if I hear you say another man’s name while you’re naked in my house, begging for my cock, I will not be held responsible for my actions,” I growl, reaching down and swatting at her ass.

“Yes, sir,” she whispers, and just like every other time I’ve heard her say those words, I have to fight the growl that wants to work out of my lips. “I’m sorry. I just mean, unless you have an objection, I want to feel you bare.”

Damn it, this woman is gonna be the death of me.

“No objections here,” I mutter, before dropping another kiss on her mouth. She kisses me eagerly as I line myself up with her entrance and pause, making sure she hasn’t changed her mind.

Instead, she wraps her leg around my back and pulls me closer, helping me slide into her tight pussy. I’m barely halfway in, trying to fight the urge to slam into her when she moans. “God, you’re so damn big.”

I kiss her again as I inch in a bit more, giving her time to adjust and reaching down to flick her clit with my hand. It’s been years since I took a woman like this, and never without a condom. The combination has me feeling completely wild for her, and it’s all I can do to resist pinning her down against the cushions and fucking her like a man possessed.

“You can take me, baby. Shit, your pussy is so fucking tight,” I say, continuing to ease in while I play with her until I’m fully inside her.

I give her another moment to adjust until she starts rolling her hips against me. “Okay, please move. Jesus, I need to feel you.”

Thank fuck, I think, pulling back slowly and pushing back into her hard. She lets out a loud cry as I slide in and out of her a few more times, before she begs, “Faster, please. Please, go faster.”

After that, I let my need for her take over, fucking her hard. Her tits bounce in front of me as I continue to play with her clit, and I know I need to get her there fast because there’s no way I can keep this up.

“Come on, Mills. I need to feel this sweet pussy coming around my cock,” I growl, and after a few more moments I feel her start to clench around me. “Shit, you’re so damn perfect.”

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