Page 5 of Jingle all the Way

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After that kiss from Bennett, I am glad I waited. It was the best kiss I have ever had.

And now I am soaking my panties and more turned on than I have ever been.

Rushing out of the kitchen, I make my way up to my bedroom, like a woman on a mission. Pushing through my door, I head to my nightstand, pull it open and grab my vibrator. Stripping out of my clothes in record time, I get myself settled on the bed, legs spread open. My stomach tightens and my pussy throbs with need. I have never been so desperate for release.

Turning the toy on, I reach down and run it through my wet folds. I am soaked and could easily slide the toy inside. My back arches and I moan at the feel of it. It’s not Bennett, but right now it’s the next best thing and if I close my eyes, I can pretend it’s him playing with me. With my free hand, I palm my breast as I whimper his name. “Bennett,” it’s a whisper, a fantasy. One I am hoping will soon be a reality.

Moisture seeps from my pussy as I grow wetter at thoughts of my hot neighbor and slowly, almost torturously, I push the vibrator into my pussy, gasping at the way it stretches me wide. My eyes snap open and I squirm as I push it deeper. It’s a tight fit, but then I may as well be a born-again virgin. It’s been so long since a man has been inside of me, I am surprised I haven’t closed up.

Once it’s fully seated, I close my eyes and picture Bennett as I pull it out and thrust it back in. The more I work it in and out of me, the easier it moves inside my pussy. I feel my orgasm build in every part of my body and releasing my breast, I move to my clit, working it hard. I writhe on the mattress, as I fall deeper into my own lust filled Bennett world. I picture his lips on mine not that long ago. The way he devoured my mouth as if he owned it.Ownedme. My hips roll higher, chasing the orgasm I so desperately need. And when I imagine Bennett, thrusting into me, I come, hard, with his name on my lips.

“Bennett,” I cry out as I slump back onto the bed, spent from my orgasm.

“Yes?” a masculine voice responds. My eyes snap open and now I am screaming for a totally different reason.

Blindly, I pull the toy out and chuck it before grabbing the comforter to cover myself. My eyes widen in shock. I blink. And then blink again. I must be seeing things. Bennett cannot be real. My imagination must be playing tricks on me. I close my eyes, then open them as if it will make him disappear.

It doesn’t.

I don’t know whether I just conjured him, manifested him or what. But Bennett,the real Bennett,is standing in the doorway of my bedroom, watching me with a look so hungry it makes my pussy leak.

Humiliation courses through me as the situation hits me. He watched me. My next-door neighbor watched me fuck myself. I am so shocked by this turn of events, I can only stare. I want to speak, say something.Anything.But I am rendered speechless. My mouth opens and closes like a fish, but nothing comes out. It’s only when he shifts do I snap out of whatever trance I was in.

“What are you doing here? I thought you left.” I snap as embarrassment heats my cheeks. No fuck that. It’s taken over my whole-body. This is the most embarrassing moment of my life and let me tell you, that’s saying something because I have had a few.

He smirks, leaning against the doorjamb. “I left my keys. I did knock and call your name, but you didn’t answer. The door was open, so I let myself in. I heard crying, I thought you were hurt.” He says by way of explaining why he is here in my room. Why he just watched me come with a vibrator in my pussy, his name on my lips. “What wereyoudoing?” I hear the amusement in his voice. The asshole knows damn well what I was doing.

I glare at him. “Get out.”

He holds his hands up in surrender a big grin curving his lips. “You know, I could make you come way harder than that silly little thing.” He nods at the discarded vibrator on the side of my bed. I follow his line of sight to the toy. It’s not small and if Bennett is implying, that he is much bigger, than he will break me in half if he ever puts his dick inside me. I probably don’t need to worry about that now though. He probably thinks I am a freak. “My cock would make you feel so good. Would stretch you so wide. You would feel me for days cupcake. Every time you moved you would feel me.” His voice is husky going straight between my legs.

“Can you just go. I want to die in peace.” I pull the comforter over my head.

Footsteps cross the room, before the bed dips, but at least he has the decency to not pull my blanket from me. “I can’t say I am not jealous of you using your toy but it’s natural cupcake. After our kiss, I was waiting to get to the shop so I could jerk off. You turn me on so much baby. And watching you give yourself pleasure,” he groans, and I want to peek at his face, but I am still too embarrassed. “With my name on your lips. Watching you come… Hottest thing I have ever seen. I can’t wait to be inside your pussy, pounding the fuck out of your tight cunt.” He shifts and this time I can’t resist, I do look.

My eyes widen further at what I find, and I want to die. He has my vibrator in his hands, staring at it before he brings it to his mouth. His eyes find mine and his tongue darts out as he tastes my release from my toy. “Fuck.” He curses. “So, fucking sweet. You taste better than those chocolate, vanilla cupcakes you make me.” he says as he licks the thing clean.

As embarrassed as I am at this whole situation, watching him taste me, is hot. I never thought of myself as someone adventurous with sex, but maybe I could be. For him. When he is satisfied, he has cleaned me from the vibrator completely, he drops it to my nightstand then looks back to me, cupping my face. “You are beautiful. I need to go, but I will be replaying what I saw over and over in my head all afternoon.” Grabbing my hand, he places it on his very hard cock. “Look what you do to me cupcake.” He drops a kiss to my forehead and stands. “Catch you later.” He winks before he leaves. And me? I fall back on the pillows and replay everything that just happened, feeling more and more mortified the more I think about it.