Page 59 of Wintertime Heat (Holiday 1)

I didn’t even realize what he was doing till I felt his thigh in direct contact with my panty clad pussy. I wanted to rub against it like before, but I felt the bulge in his pants and my mouth watered.

I never wanted to go down on someone like I wanted to with him.

I wanted my mouth on him, to drive him wild, to remove that arrogant look on his face.

He was so engrossed in kissing me that he didn’t realize my intent before I slid my hands from his grip, going down on to my knees.

The look on his face was well worth it, as he realizes what I intended to do.

“Abby,” He breathes, and I bit my lip before looking up at him.

I lean forward, unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his pants. However, I didn’t take them off.

No, he was right when he said I had a submissive streak in me, but it was only for him. I wanted him to use me during sex, because a part of me trusted him.

I wanted to submit to him.

He grips my chin in his hands and forces me to look up at him.

I don’t know what he saw in my eyes, but his expression darkens, and he groans, “Oh, fuck, Abby.”

He didn’t remove his hand and there was a tinge of authority and darkness in his voice, as he murmurs, “If you want to stop, squeeze my leg.”

I couldn’t wait.

I took out his hardened cock and looked at it admiringly, “It’s so thick.”

“Hands on my thighs.” He orders, and I oblige.

He moves hips forward and I notice the pre-cum leaking from the bulbous head. He rubs it over my lips, prodding, asking me to open.

I open my mouth, and he slides his cock in.

It had a silky texture, and was hard, he slowly moves in and out of my mouth. It felt pleasant enough. But then he thrusts in, till his balls are nestled against my chin and his cock is hitting the back of my throat.

I gag but when he is about to pull away in concern, I dig my nails into his thighs, not squeezing, but refusing to let go.

He was such a generous lover. I would be damned if I didn’t give anything back.

He studies me, his jaw taut. I move my head forward, sucking him, lavishing his cock with my tongue.

He groans, and then thrusts into me again, this t

ime the movement harsher but not enough to make me uncomfortable.

He was slowly getting me used to his speed.

It spoke a lot about this man’s control, the way he held himself in check.

I start moving my mouth back and forth, my tongue sucking on the head before moving to lick at the veins on his cock. I wasn’t very educated at this, but I made up for my lack of knowledge through sheer enthusiasm.

His movements were slow and steady, and when my eyes met his, his mouth trembled with desire, lines of strain around it.

“Abby?”

I understood the question for what it was, and I nod.

He lets out a shuddering breath before taking control of the blowjob. I held on for dear life as he fucked my mouth with precise control, his fingers tightening in my hair in a way that was enough to keep me in place but would let me escape if I needed to.

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