Page 6 of The Christmas Gift

Ivy did it again. Over and over she sucked him into her throat and held him there. Each time his face slackened a fraction before his teeth clenched. He was close.

“I’m going to cum in that naughty mouth of yours, but not yet.” He withdrew from her mouth and ordered her onto the bed. “My turn to devour that pussy.”

Ivy didn’t have to be told twice.

“Leave your pumps on.” Cor shook his head when she laid on her back and spread her legs showing off just how wet she was. “Hands and knees.”

Her breath hitched. Doggie style was her favorite position. Cor was checking all the boxes and the ones she hadn’t thought to make.

“I appreciate a woman with a gorgeous backside.” He got behind her, running her hands over her titled ass cheeks. “And you’ve got ass for days.”

She didn’t want him to move an inch, but she wasn’t going bareback. “In my bag, I brought condoms.” An entire box of them.

He smacked her butt cheeks lightly. “Impatient.” But he got up from the bed and retrieved the condoms.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” she asked when he stared at the box, unmoving.

“These,” he said, tossing the box aside, “Will not fit.” He grabbed his pants off the floor. Taking three condoms from his wallet, he tossed them on the bed.

“How old are those?” She started to rise, a whole heap of questions intruding on her aroused state.

The palm of his hand pressed the middle of her back until her shoulders were against the bed, ass thrown in the air again.

“They are new. Bought them at the hotel gift shop two days ago,” he said, helping her scoot backwards until her knees were at the edge of the bed.

It was going to be a short night if he only had three condoms. Ivy wiggled her hips in a teasing invitation.

He groaned. “Spread your legs wider.”

She was exposed. The slightest touch was bound to send her over the edge. Instead of burying himself to the hilt as she’d expected, Cor dropped to his knees on the floor. The hot flick of his tongue against her pussy drowned out any other questions when she moaned. Ivy shuddered, her core clenching around the shallow thrust of his tongue.

“Oh…”

His teeth grazed her nether lips, gently nipping, teasing, before his tongue took over. Ivy’s fist clenched the sheets. It was too soon. She didn’t want to cum yet. She wanted to enjoy this pleasure for as long as possible, but he was circling her clit again, his lips closing around the engorged bud made her knees buckle.

Her hips arched painfully to give him all the access his hungry mouth wanted.

His fingers dug into her butt cheeks, pulling them apart, and the unexpected contact of his nose rimming her ass sent her over the edge. Her muscles clenched as her body quaked. The quiver started at the top of her spine and ran to the bottom just as her clit hardened painfully. Deliciously painful. Then she was falling from her first orgasm of the night. Falling hard.

Cor meant business. This was the best oral she’d ever had.

She squirmed away for a second’s reprieve and groaned from the sting of him spanking her butt cheek—code for don’t move. Ivy couldn’t if she wanted to, she was still recovering from her orgasm when he ripped open a condom and sheathed himself.

The hot sting from the spank. The tingling warmth from her orgasm. The anticipation of him sliding against her, stretching her was almost enough to send her tumbling again.

When she glanced over her shoulders, their eyes locked as he slowly entered her then stopped. “You’re tight,” he grunted.

She pushed against him impatiently, biting her lip at the sweet burn of her pussy being filled. “We could stop if you’re not ready,” she teased.

He surged forward, burying himself to the hilt. “Not. Fucking. Happening.”

“Oh my gosh!”

He reached between her legs and pinched her clit. Ivy rolled her forehead against the sheets. He was moving in a slow even rhythm. Stretching her to accommodate his grit. The world danced, not to the tune of slow music, but the bump and grind of Ginuwine’s Pony song. The late-night sex jams that left a couple hot and sweaty.

Every thrust hit her sweet spot as if he’d been given directions. “Cor! I’m coming.”

He spanked her. “Come for me.”

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