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Groaning, I licked my lips and dropped to my knees behind her, grabbing her sweet ass cheeks and licking up the center of her slit.

“Oh fuck, Wade. Lick my pussy,” she commanded. “Stick your tongue in me, fuck me with your pierced tongue. That’s it. Just like that,” she moaned, grinding her ass and pussy into my face as I ran my tongue up to her lovely little tight hole and gave her a quick rim job.

My dick was about to fucking burst, and while I could eat my woman’s pretty cunt for days, I needed to be inside her. Standing, I lined up my Prince Albert piercing, rubbed it against her swollen clit, and asked, “Naughty or nice,Chèr?”

“Naughty,” she moaned. “Definitely naughty.”

“That’s my girl.” I grinned as I slammed my pierced dick deep into her hot, wet cunt. I looked down as I continued to push in and watched with fascination as the lips of her pussy gripped tightly to my dick as I pushed further inside her. And when I pulled back, how her pussy stretched, almost refusing to let go. The heat from her pussy was amazing, and I rested my left hand on her smooth ass cheek, with my thumb aimed at her little forbidden hole, knowing I’d already been to the promised land once, and aimed to again someday soon.

I slowly pulled back until only the tip of my cock was still inside of her and then, just as before, I slammed back in. Her moist, wet cream clung to my cock and glistened in the soft light of the room. I repeated the process, increasing my tempo with each delightful stroke until I was pounding away at her while I listened to the music of her wet pussy slapping against my pelvis.

Hands down the best holiday music ever!

Sliding my thumb over her tight hole, I pressed lightly and watched as it slipped right in.

“Oh yes, that’s it! Just like that!” she screamed, her hips bucking wildly as I slid my thumb deeper while her pussy spasmed frantically around my cock. Her body shuddered as she screamed out her orgasm, and I clung to her hips and enjoyed the ride as my cock shot stream after stream of cum deep inside of her.

Dumping my last load into her, I slapped her ass and grinned. “Now that’s what I call a holly jolly Christmas!”

Chapter Twenty-Four

The next morning, Sugar and I were sitting on the back lanai watching Wade, Enigma, and Romeo run around with Sugar’s boys, Benny and Sean, and I wondered what my sister was doing.

It was Christmas Eve, and this was the first time since Henley had been born that I would celebrate Christmas without her and, if I were honest, I didn’t like it. I mean, I got she had her own family now, but she was mine first.

My only sister.

My only connection to a family.

It was nice to see Sugar, but she wasn’t Henley.

Hell, maybe I was just hungry or something. I didn’t know.

“Do you know what Wade got you for Christmas?” Sugar asked, chuckling as Benny tripped Enigma, and Sean jumped on his back.

I shook my head, absently swirling the coffee in my mug. “No idea.”

Sugar leaned back, a sly grin spreading across her face. “Come on. Wade’s not exactly the mysterious type. You’ve got to have some guesses.”

I paused, my gaze drifting over the kids tumbling in the grass, their laughter rising like musical notes into the crisp air. My lips curved upward in spite of myself. “Knowing him, it’ll be something ridiculous.”

Sugar laughed, her voice a warm counterpoint to the December chill. “Well, I hope it’s something good. Christmas deserves a little over-the-top, don’t you think?”

I nodded, though my heart wasn’t fully in it.

Christmas, for me, wasn’t the glittering lights or wrapped packages—it was Henley’s bright laugh, the way she used to insist on matching pajamas and cinnamon rolls made from scratch.

It was family, and this year, it felt... incomplete.

Sugar must’ve sensed it—the way my thoughts had wandered to a place she couldn’t follow. She reached out, her hand warm against my forearm. “Hey,” she said softly, her grin fading into something gentler. “It’s okay to miss her. Henley misses you too. I know it.”

I blinked, startled at her insight, and then gave a small nod. “I know. It’s just... some days are harder than others, you know?”

“Yeah, I do.” Sugar’s gaze turned wistful, a rare vulnerability breaking through her usual teasing demeanor. “But you’re here and starting a new life. This time next year, you will be so busy with your own babies, you won’t have time to think of anything else.”

Her words settled in the quiet spaces of my heart, heavy but oddly comforting.

I turned my attention back to the boys, who had now formed a chaotic pile of arms and legs in the grass, squealing with delight.

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