Page 104 of Santa Has a Six-Pack
“God bless Bossfit Brooklyn and all their gross-sounding exercises, because your body is glorious, sir.”
“Must be all those burpees,” he says.
“Gross,” I joke. Then I turn serious and crook my finger at him. “Come here, you.”
Matt lowers himself on top of me and kisses me slow and deep.
The feel of his skin on mine is almost enough to make me orgasm on the spot.
He cups one of my breasts.
I reach for his cock.
“I see you’re ready for me,” I say between kisses.
“Penny, I was ready for you the moment I met you. I’ve just been trying to be a gentleman all this time.”
“How’s that been working out for ya?” I continue to stroke him up and down.
“Awesome and awful.” He smiles. “But things are definitely looking up.”
I need this man inside me.
And I need him now.
“I need my purse,” I say suddenly, looking left and right for it.
“Why? You have another present for me in there?” He grabs my purse from where it was resting under the tree and plunks it next to me, all while raining kisses up and down the column of my throat.
I pull out a condom and hand it to him. “I suppose you could see it that way.”
Matt’s eyes twinkle. “My girl came prepared.”
His girl.
What would it feel like to truly be his girl?
He tears the wrapper open with his teeth and rolls it over his length with one hand.
“Holy shit, that was hot,” I say.
“Why, thank you.”
He teases my entrance with the head of his dick.
But I want more than teasing right now.
I grab his rock-hard ass to draw him closer.
“Excuse me, sir, but your ass is insane.”
“In a good way?” He alternates squeezing one ass cheek at a time. Left then right. Left then right.
I laugh and give his ass a smack. “How are you so hot and hilarious at the same time?”
“It’s a gift, milady.”
He chooses that moment to enter me completely.
