Page 40 of Silent Night Sins
She wasn’t. But emotion packed her voice.
“You’re mine, Nicky,” I said simply. “I’m not letting you go.”
She nodded, biting her lip to keep it from wobbling. I pumped against her a few more times before rising up. I was done playing. I needed to be inside her—now. This minute! The time for primal games was over, and I craved the deeper connection that could only be found when we came together.
“Lick it nice and clean, angel,” I commanded, my voice the texture of iron. “We can’t have any sugar hurting your pussy.”
Her hot, wet tongue slid along my length. Stars exploded behind my eyes. I clenched my teeth hard, barely holding back my release, as she swirled her tongue over the tip. The moment every trace of icing was gone, I yanked my cock from her lips.
“That’s enough,” I growled.
Nicky’s bottom lip stuck out, and I added pouting to the list of sins that permanently put her on the naughty list. It was fucking intoxicating. So damn sexy. It made me hope she never repented and made the other list.
Forever my naughty little angel.
Moving back, I spread her legs.
“Wait.”
I paused, staring down at her.
Nicky tugged at my shirt. “Take it off…please.”
It was the please that had me tearing the long-sleeve thermal over my head. I jerked when my field of vision cleared, because in that split second, she’d twisted and grabbed the piping bag.
“You said this was your tradition,” Nicky coaxed. “Can’t we make itours?”
As she spoke, she curled her body up to bring the tip against the hard sheet of my stomach.
“Ours,” I tasted the word. “I like that.”
Nicky ran a line of frosting up my center, then crossed it to outline every ab. But she wasn’t done until she reached up to draw a small shape over my left peck. A heart, right over the spot where mine beat for her.
“There.” She lay back, examining her handiwork. “Perfect.”
With a growl, I surged forward. “Enough decorating. It’s time for my angel to take her monster’s dick.”
Nicky’s hollow cry was triumphant to my ears. I rubbed her exposed pussy while pushing my pants farther down my thighs. I pinched and stroked until she was a hot, whimpering mess.
Then my last thread of restraint snapped, and I shoved deep inside her wet heat. Her cry of pleasure melded with my own groan. I didn’t hold back, fulfilling my promise from the other night to fuck her hard in repayment for that trap she’d set for me.
Her fingers scrambled over my body, and I leaned down. The sweet bite of pain exploded across my back as her nails scored my spine. I drove into her over and over.
“You’re so ready for me,” I rasped, biting the skin where her neck curved into her jaw. “I can feel how badly you need to come.”
Nicky mewled. Beneath me, her body shuddered. The icing was melted, making our bodies slick as we clashed with each thrust. The scent of sugar filled the air, but it wasn’t strong enough to conceal her need.
“I’m going fill you up.” I snapped my hips. “Open those pretty legs wide, and get ready to take your present, angel.”
Ever the disobedient girl, Nicky wrapped her legs around my waist, hooking her ankles at the small of my back. This allowed me to sink deeper, push into her at a dangerous new angle.
“So naughty,” I growled. “Maybe you don’t deserve a present this year.”
“Tino! Please,” she whimpered, sinking her nails into my muscles. “Please, let me come.”
Hearing my nickname, the one only she used for me, was hypnotic. We might be playing with masks, but there was a knowledge that transcended reality. Weknewone another as only two people meant for each other could.
“Vaffá, angel!” Who was I to resist her plea? “You’re so pretty when you beg.”
