Page 9 of Merry Kissmas, My Billionaire

Trent settles onto his knees before me, tugging gently on the hose of my thighs. I‘m about to offer to take them off when —

Rip!

He tears a hole in them, right at my crotch. The fabric easily gives way to him, exposing the sensitive flesh of my thighs and the wetness of my underwear. I squeal with surprise as his large hands take hold and spread me further for him.

“Delicious,” he purrs, nipping and kissing the skin he rendered free.

Long thick fingers stroke along the red cloth, pulling it aside to reveal the glistening folds of my pussy. Ginger curls nestle at the apex. I might dye my hair a brighter red, but I am a natural redhead.

“Hope, the things you do to me that have no explanation and I’m a man who needs to understand the why.” It’s like a prayer on his lips before his mouth covers me.

Gasping, I reflectively clutch the back of his head, mussing his hair and moaning with every flick of his tongue.

“Ms. Everly, you’re soaked,” he hisses, tongue delving deep into me.

“I’m close,” I counter, thighs trembling on either side of his head. His chuckle vibrates against my and I whimper. “Please, Trent, I’m so close.”

He yanks me closer, legs hanging over his shoulders now. “Christmas comes early for us both then.”

Those strong fingers enter me. Two at once. I arch my back, falling into the mattress as the fullness overtakes me. The tightness I feel expands, heightening by the intrusion of his digits. He pumps them inside me as he writhes his tongue across the bundle of nerves that is my clit.

“Fu– Fa-lalalala!” I cry out, the orgasm sweeping over me, a brilliant avalanche of emotion and tension release that takes me on a trip through a winter wonderland.

“We’re not even close to being done,” Trent whispers into my thigh.

He stands at the foot of the bed and peels off his button-up. I groan at the sight of him, the tumultuous muscle beneath the refinery of his clothing. I wagered there is a home gym somewhere in his mansion. He doesn’t keep me waiting long, his pants gone and their briefs along with them. Muscle thighs push up against the underside of mine, a beast of a cock bobbing between his legs.

“Yes, much too big to be a candy cane in your pocket,” I confirm, staring down the red-tipped cock, dripping with excitement for me already.

CHAPTER8

TRENT

Holding her ankles,I push her hips off the bed until her backside rests on the tops of my thighs. She’s so curvy and vulnerable like this. My erection is almost painful, begging to be inside of her, but I savor the moment – the view.

“You’re so beautiful,” I worship her. Kissing the inside of her ankle, I line myself up. The head of my cock pushes against her folds. “Fuck,” I don’t have the wherewithal she did to avoid the curse. “Hope–”

“Please, Trent, I need you.” Her blue eyes are warm and inviting to me, her red hair splayed about her like a halo of ribbon. Her lips are swollen from my fierce kisses and turned in a gentle smile despite the tension in her forehead as she focuses on me…on us.

I thrust my hips forward, burying my length in her in one fluid motion. It’s tight and warm and more than I deserve. I press harder, deeper, dying to be closer to her than I already am. Leaning over her, her arms snake around my neck. I wiggle and squirm, not ready to pull out just yet.

“You’re perfect,” I moan, biting into my bottom lip.

“Funny, I was about to say the same,” she quips.

Her smart response zeroes in my focus. “I must not be doing my duty if you’re this smart-mouthed still.”

I pull back, just enough to leave the head of my cock inside of her before punishingly driving back in. Every thrust drives a mewl from Hope. Her arms tighten around my neck, her breasts heave with the breath and jiggle delightfully with every motion. One of my hands palms her breast, flicking across the nipple as the other holds tight to her hip, keeping her positioned just right.

There’s no way of telling how long I last, she’s too perfect, too beautiful and smart and funny. Unbelievably sexy beneath me as her pussy clenches tightly around me. Her mouth opens in surprise, and sweet bliss tangles with stress as she climaxes again.

I’m close and her orgasm pushes me, the tensions in her body rippling over me, holding me tightly to her. I crash my lips to hers, kissing her as I cum, grunting and thrusting shallow into her quivering wakes of pleasure.

We stay like that for long sweet moments, kissing and lingering in our closeness. I’m pleased as there’s not a trace of wit on her lips as I pull out of her. I slump onto the bed beside her, cradling her in my arms.

“Spend Christmas with me,” I gush the demand before I can collect my thoughts.

“I- I can’t,” she whispers, nuzzling my chest. My heart might break. “I have the girls.” Of course, she’s a mother first.

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