Page 60 of Wintertime Heat (Holiday 1)

My gag reflex was in full motion as he used my tight throat to his advantage. I felt my panties get wetter and wetter at how he was using me, and at how amazing it felt to be the one bringing out that vulnerable expression on his face as he dangled on the edge.

My face was red as I couldn’t breathe, and my pussy kept clenching and unclenching, wanting to be fucked with the tool that was busy fucking my mouth.

The sounds coming from my mouth, as he showed no mercy and kept holding me in place, made my inner muscles quiver. Although, I was in control of the situation, I couldn’t help but be turned on by the fact that while he was using my mouth to get himself off, he was incredibly gentle about it. I hear him groan as he loses control momentarily and his hips move harshly in a thrust. Those gray eyes, dark with desire and helplessness, stare at mine as he fucks my mouth, and they push me over the edge. I moan into his mouth as I come in my panties.

After a few pumps, I feel him pull-out and command, his voice rough with desire, “Stick out your tongue, Abby.”

I obey him and his cum comes spurting out. I swallow it to the last drop, before reaching out to clean his cock with my mouth.

He was leaning against the door using his hands, and he stares down at me, reverence in his eyes.

We stare at each other, till he reaches down and uses his thumb to wipe my cheek clean. I close my eyes against the gentle sensation, my clit still humming from the way I had fiercely orgasmed in my panties.

Even now his suit was not wrinkled in the least, and I felt my pussy clench.

I should have felt embarrassed, but I wasn’t.

He lifted me up and then sealed my mouth with his, not caring that he was tasting his own cum on my tongue. Another kiss, a gentler one, and he murmurs against my mouth, “Thank you.”

He was thanking me like I had just given him a gift.

I look up at him and then cry out, when he very neatly slides the bottom of my panties to one side with his fingers and slides two fingers into my pussy.

I was against the door and his face was directly in front of me, his eyes assessing my every reaction. My chest heaves as his fingers quickly find my G-spot and keep brushing it.

“I can’t believe you came from sucking my cock, Abby. Such a dirty girl.”

I moan at his words, feeling the way his fingers twisted inside my pussy, keeping me at the edge of oblivion, his sinful voice murmuring into my ear.

“Maybe I should get you a cushion for under my desk. You can suck my cock any time you want. I can even get one of those little toys that I can stuff inside your pussy. How would you like that?”

I tremble, my mouth open as I try to draw in enough air as he uses his fingers on me, driving me wild.

“Say my name. Beg me. And I might let you come.” He promises, his voice rough and low as he bites my earlobe hard.

“S-Steven! Steven, please!”

“Please what?” He teases me, clearly enjoying himself.

I couldn’t think with his fingers grazing inside me, his thumb pressing circles around my throbbing clit.

I sob out, “Please, let me cum!”

“Good girl.”

His fingers thrust inside so hard that I lost all reason and just came, wildly bucking my hips, sobbing out his name. He kept pumping till he had drawn everything he could out of me and I was limp in his arms with exhaustion.

However, he was far from being done with me.

He rips off the sweater from my frame and my panties follow. He drags me over to the arm of the sofa where he bends me over, his hand holding me face down, my ass in the air, and I can feel his hardened cock probe me before he inserts it into my dripping pussy in a rough thrust.

I scream out as all my nerve endings are set ablaze and I see white.

He didn’t care that I had just cum again. He bunched up my hair in one hand and pulled my head back in a dominant move, forcing me to adjust my body to his in a way that had me moan his name over and over again in a broken chant, needing what only he could give me.

He wasn’t delicate.

He wasn’t gentle.

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