Page 76 of Another Christmas from Hell

“Is that a bad thing?” Cayley asked as she pulled back so that his cock slipped free from her mouth.

“No,” Bryce said, reaching for her, only to drop his hands away with another groan when she took him back into her mouth, determined to make sure that he didn’t take over her interrogation, not when she still had a few more things that she was curious about.

“Then,” Cayley said, once again allowing his cock to slip free, only to take it back in her mouth with a moan simply because she couldn’t help herself, “tell me why you avoided me.”

“Because you’re a pain in the ass,” Bryce said, making Cayley smile as she pulled her mouth back.

“And you knew that if you allowed yourself to give in that you wouldn’t be able to resist me?” she asked with a teasing smile as she leaned down and-

“Oh, come on!”

-had the tables quickly turned on her when she suddenly found herself on her back and Bryce moving to kneel between her legs.

“So, I have some questions,” Bryce murmured casually as he grabbed the bottle of peppermint-flavored lube and took his time squeezing a few drops onto the pad of his thumb.

“This is my interrogation, Bryce James,” Cayley bit out with a glare of warning as she moved to sit up and…

“Oh, my God,” she moaned when that very talented thumb of his found its way between her slit and brushed against her clit, coating it with the lube that was quickly warming her clit with every gentle caress of his thumb.

“So, you were telling me why you avoided me all these years,” Bryce said, taking his time running his thumb around her clit, making it really difficult to focus.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Cayley asked, only to moan as she spread her legs further apart so that he could keep moving his thumb over her.

“Because I love tormenting you,” Bryce said, pausing to reach over and squeeze a few drops of peppermint lube on one nipple, making her swallow hard as he did the same for the other nipple before pulling his hand back as his eyes met hers and-

“That feels so damn good,” Cayley mumbled weakly even as her back arched as a moan escaped her when she felt the warm liquid running down her slit, spreading warmth down to her core.

“You were saying?” Bryce murmured as he tossed the bottle aside so that he could place a hand on the bed next to her.

“That I will remember this,” Cayley bit out with a glare, only to gasp when he traced her slit with his thumb as he leaned over her and licked her nipple.

“Good,” Bryce said, pulling her nipple between his lips and gently suckled as he continued running his thumb between her lips. “Start talking, Cayley.”

“Ummm,” Cayley said, licking her lips as she reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair as she struggled to remember what they were talking about. “Yes?” she said, really hoping that would work.

“Try again,” Bryce said, chuckling as he ran his tongue over her nipple before pulling back and had her moaning again when he gently blew on her nipple, reminding her just how sensitive her nipples were, something that she’d never realized before he’d started touching her.

“I would if I remembered what we were talking about,” Cayley said, nodding solemnly as she ran her hands over his back.

“You were telling me why you avoided me,” Bryce reminded her as his mouth moved to her other breast and took his time licking the peppermint lube off her nipple.

“Because of your love of glaring?” Cayley offered, making Bryce chuckle as he pulled his hand away and-

“Fair enough,” the evil man that loved tormenting her said as he slid a finger inside her.

“How about this, then?” Bryce asked, releasing her nipple so that he could press a kiss against her throat. “Tell me if you ever touched yourself while thinking about me.”

“You tell me,” Cayley said on a moan, determined to take back control of this interrogation.

“All the fucking time,” Bryce said, groaning against her skin as he continued sliding his finger inside her. “You have no idea how fucking hard you make me.”

Licking her lips, Cayley dropped one arm away so that she could reach between their bodies and wrap her hand around him. “I have a pretty good idea,” she said, moaning as she moved her hand over him.

“How many times have you thought about me fucking you, Cayley?” Bryce asked, kissing his way up her throat.

“Too many,” Cayley said, gently squeezing his cock as he pulled his hand back so that he could add a second finger.

“Tell me what you thought about,” Bryce said, kissing her chin as he shifted so that his cock was sliding through her hand.

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