Page 35 of The Santa Rules
“Do not finish that sentence. You can and you will.”
I look up at him. He’s holding his breath like he’s nervous, and I smile at him, raking my fingernails along his thighs, hoping to ease his nerves. “I’m just going to need you to do one thing for me.”
“Anything.”
“Be vocal. Tell me what feels good, if you want me to do a motion again, move to a different spot, go harder, softer, tug, pull, suck. Tell me.” I look him straight in the eyes before I deliver the knockout punch. “And I love it when you moan loudly.”
I lower my head to the tip of his dick, whisper a quick, “nice to meet you,” and revel in his responding chuckle. And then I swirl my tongue around the crown, alternating between licking and lightly sucking, spending some time getting it wet as I add in a hand to jack him between mouthfuls. And with a dick like this, the activity lives up to its title. It’s a fuckingjob, and I’ve never worked harder.
He bucks and moans under me, flexing his hips up to meetme each time I attempt to take him to the back of my throat. “Attempt” being the key word, because I’m not sure it’s possible to deepthroat this monster.
“Holy fuck. Yes. Oh, fuck yes. I like that.” His voice is a needy whimper.
Gripping him by the base, I take just the tip into my mouth and swirl my tongue in a circle.
“I don’t know what you’re doing, but that, more of that,” he moans.
I spit onto the head and use my other hand to spread the saliva down his shaft, still gripping him with the other hand. I suck the tip into my mouth while jacking him. Then, instead of swirling my tongue, I flick the tip back and forth, rubbing both sides of my tongue against his slit.
“Shit, shit, keep doing that. Feels so good. Just like that. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come. Holy shit. I’m going t—” He doesn’t even get to finish that thought before he’s exploding in my mouth, letting out a guttural moan as I slide down, taking as much of him as I can. I take my time licking and cleaning his shaft, reveling in the little sighs and gasps he’s making.
When I pop off his cock, I wipe the corners of my mouth with my finger. Cuz I’m a lady.
“The royal penis is clean,” I say with a smile.
“Coming to America?” he asks.
I nod. “No one ever gets my obscure movie references,” I say softly.
He chuckles. “I’m just impressed I’ve actually seen that one. Also, not a Christmas movie,” he says. His eyes rake down my body and a hungry look takes over his features while I laugh.
“Lie back and let me see what kind of mess you made while sucking my cock like a pro.”
“Aww, you liked it?” I tease.
“Baby, you sucked my soul out of my goddamn body. Now I want to see if I can eat your soul out of your pussy.”
The nickname makes my heart skip a beat in my chest, but I can’t resist the urge to poke the bear. “Never came from head, but dirty talks like a sailor.”
“I never said I was inexperienced anywhere else, just in receiving. I can give like a pro.”
My back hits the cushion and he grabs me by the thighs, lifting me off the couch as he brings my pussy to his mouth. Holy hot damn. The tongue on this man should come with a warning.May experience mind-numbing pleasure.
There’s nothing to grab on to as I dangle from his mouth and grip the cushion under me, arching and bucking against him. Each lick lights up hundreds of nerve endings. When he wraps an arm around my hips, tugging my body against his, and pulls my clit into his mouth, I swear my vision blacks out. There is nothing on my mind but the feel of his tongue as it dances against my clit like an eager ballerina in their first performance ofThe Nutcracker.
“Yes, Hardy, oh fuck. I’m—Oh God—I’m gonna—” An embarrassingly loud, porny moan escapes me as my orgasm builds hard and fast, feeling like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Oh shit, am I going to…
My pussy flutters and pulses as the urge to let go is too strong to hold back, and when I look up at him, I notice an obscene amount of liquid covering his face.
“Did I just…”
“Hell fucking yeah, you did,” he says in awe.
“I’ve never…” I’ve never come so hard I’ve not been able to finish a thought.
“No one’s ever made you squirt before?”
I shake my head and throw an arm over my eyes as he carefully lowers me to the couch.
