Page 17 of Stolen Holidays
I can feel her pussy clench around my length, letting me know she’s almost there. My balls tingle as the fire in my lower spine builds. I fuck her harder, faster, giving her everything I’ve got.
Lowering my voice, I practically growl at her, “Get there, Sunshine. Come on this fat cock like my good little wife. Show me how much this pretty pussy loves to be fucked by me. Now, come for me.”
That does the trick for both of us.
Her body convulses around mine as she hisses, “Oh, yesss.”
I kiss her again, swallowing her moans of ecstasy, as I fuck her through our combined releases, only stilling when I’ve finished filling her up. When we break apart, my cock still inside her, we are a beautiful, panting mess.
“That was amazing.”
She looks up at me through her thick lashes and sighs in contentment. “It always is, Ace.”
“You’re right.” I kiss her nose, her cheek, and her neck until she giggles. “Ready?”
“Ready.” She unlocks her ankles, and I drag my cock from its home.
Fucking hell, I miss her heat already. I lower her down, away from the wall, and place her feet on the ground. She teeters to the side, and I grip her hips to steady her.
“You okay there?” I smirk as she adjusts her dress. Pulling up my jeans and boxers, I tuck my cock back inside.
“I’m fine.” Her legs wobble like a baby deer as she walks over to the toilet and grabs a couple of wipes.
“Are you sure? You seem a little weak in the knees.” I take the wipes and kneel before her.
Rylann spreads her legs and pulls her ruined underwear to the side, letting me clean her up—a duty I take seriously.
“Well, you and your monster cock did just rail me against the door. Give a girl a second,” she snaps.
I throw my head back and laugh. So sassy. “Touché, my love.”
When I’m done cleaning her up as much as I can, I lean forward and swipe my tongue through her slit. “Fuck, I love when you taste like the both of us.”
My wife’s knees buckle as aftershocks from her orgasm rock through her body.
I catch her around the waist and hold her up. “I’m sorry, wife.”
“Sorry for what?”
“I’m sorry for making you miss singing Christmas carols in the kitchen.”
Rylann looks at the door as the sound of singing finally registers. She looks back at me, and there is no mistaking the heat in her eyes.
I slowly lift her leg over my shoulder, waiting for her to stop me. “I’m sorry for being a greedy bastard who can’t get enough of you.”
Rylann bites her lip, choking back sexy whimpers, as I spread her open with my thumbs.
“And I’m sorry for eating your pussy for as long as it takes for you to come on my face.” I bury my nose and mouth between her legs, and lap at her sweetness before concentrating on her clit. Her hands are in my hair, and I don’t stop my oral assault until my wife comes one more time. Then I bend her over the vanity and sink my cock into her tight, wet heat one more time.
When we leave the bathroom, not a single person in the room bats an eye because they all know Santa was kissing Mommy’s pussy in the bathroom.
eight
Eli
Nine Days Until Christmas
Theroadtwistsandturns as Big Mike drives up the low mountain range just north of Pine Hills. I offered to give him the holiday off, but he declined. Sometimes when he looks at Callie, I can see lingering guilt in his eyes. Almost like he wished he could have done more to stop Silla and her sick, twisted games.
