Page 99 of Merry Me
“You’re fuckingeverything, Nat,” I murmured against her skin, my voice rough with need. “No one else gets me like this. No one else makes me burn, makes me this desperate. Just you. Only you.”
“Easton,” she gasped, her hands sliding under my sweater, her nails raking down my back, leaving a trail of heat in theirwake. “I need you. Please, I need you to show me. Make me believe it.”
“Oh, I’ll show you, baby.” My hands moved to the hem of her sweater, yanking it over her head and tossing it aside as my eyes greedily took her in.
She was in a white bra, the fabric so thin I could see her hardened nipples through it, and I groaned, my hands cupping her breasts, my thumbs brushing over the peaks. “Look at you,” I said, my voice low and possessive. “So fucking perfect. These are mine, Nat. You hear me? Mine.”
“Yes,” she moaned, her head tipping back against the wall as I unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. My hands immediately returned to her breasts, kneading them as I leaned down to take one nipple into my mouth.
I sucked hard, my tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, my teeth grazing it just enough to make her cry out, her hands tangling in my hair. “Easton, oh fuck, yes.” Her voice was breaking as I moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, my hand sliding down to grip her ass, squeezing hard through her jeans.
“You like that, baby?” I murmured against her skin, my voice rough as I sucked harder, my hand sliding between her legs, cupping her through her jeans, feeling her heat even through the denim. “You’re so fucking wet for me already, aren’t you? I can feel it. This pussy is mine, Nat.”
“Yours,” she whimpered, her hips bucking against my hand as I rubbed her, her arousal soaking through the fabric. “I’m yours, Easton. Only yours.”
“That’s right,” I growled, my voice thick with need as I unbuttoned her jeans, yanking them down her hips along with her panties, leaving her bare before me. I stepped back just enough to look at her, my eyes poring over her flushed skin, her swollen lips…her dripping pussy.
“Fuck, look at you,” I said my voice low and reverent as Ireached for her, my fingers sliding through her folds, spreading her arousal as I found her clit, circling it with my thumb. “So wet, so ready for me. You want my cock, don’t you baby? You want me to fuck you, to make you mine?”
“Yes, Easton, please,” she begged, her voice desperate as I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot I knew would drive her wild, my thumb never stopping its assault on her clit. “I need you. I need you inside me. Please.”
“You’ll get me, baby,” I promised, my voice rough as I fucked her with my fingers, watching her face as she moaned, her walls clenching around me, her hips rocking against my hand. “But first, I want you to come for me. I want to feel you fall apart on my fingers. Show me how much you need me, Nat. Show me you’re mine.”
“Easton, I’m—I’m so close.” Her nails dug into my shoulders as she trembled under my touch.
“I’ve got you,” I rasped, my fingers driving deeper. “Come for me, baby. Let go. I want to feel it.”
Her climax hit her hard, her body shuddering against the wall as she screamed my name, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her arousal soaking my hand as I worked her through every wave of pleasure. “That’s it, baby,” I murmured, my voice low and encouraging as I watched her, my cock throbbing painfully in my jeans. “So fucking beautiful. All mine.”
She was still trembling when I pulled my fingers out and brought them to my mouth, sucking her juices from them, savoring her like a man starved.
“You taste so fucking good,” I said, my voice low and rough with want.
Then I reached for my jeans, unbuttoning them with one hand and shoving them down, boxers, too. My cock sprang free—hard, aching, the tip already slick with need.
And then she burst out laughing.
Not politely. Notquietly.
Full-body, slightly wheezy laughter. The kind that made her shake and cover her face with both hands.
I blinked down at her, my cock still very much standing at attention. “Um. You good?”
She dropped her hands just long enough to point at my discarded boxers on the floor. “Easton. Are thosesurfing Santas?”
I looked. Yep. Red trunks. Snowflakes. A repeating pattern of very jacked Saint Nicks hanging ten on a candy cane surfboards.
“They were a gift,” I said, smirking. “Limited edition. I had to be on a very exclusive list to get these.”
She gasped through another laugh. “You’re about to fuck the soul out of me, and you’ve gotSanta shreddingon your junk.”
I grinned. “You’ll be calling me Saint Nick by the end of this when Igiftyou with my cock. So it seems fitting.”
“Fucking hell,” she groaned, tossing her head back against the wall, still laughing. “You’re completely unhinged.”
I leaned in, pressing a kiss just beneath her jaw. “Naughty list. Permanent member.”
“I’m never letting you live this down.”
