Page 34 of Christmas in Vines

Sinking to my knees, I tugged the jeans away and took his tight, black boxer-briefs with them and bit my lip at his thickening cock. I looked up a little, just to check, and his gaze was dark with intent and his cock hung heavy and engorged between his thighs.

He looked thick and pulsing, the cock head was flared and wide. Glancing back, I just couldn’t take my eyes off it.

Grasping the base of his cock, I slipped my tongue out to slide up from the base of him to the underside of his flared head. He was thick, smooth silk over iron hardness, sending more moisture flooding my mouth.

Tyler hissed through his teeth.

I mouthed the blunt tip and gave it a cautious suck. He tasted salty, not bad at all; pure masculine musk spread over my tongue and aroused me even more. Tonguing his cock, I lubricated its steely length and when I arrived at the bulging crown, I swiped the weeping slit at the tip of the thick head.

Hunger for more roared through me and opening my mouth wide, I sucked his tasty head into my mouth. I could only take in a few inches of him and it was not nearly enough. I wanted more, all of Tyler. A whimper slipped from me.

“Slow, sweetheart,” Tyler murmured as his hand went into my hair. “I am a big boy.”

Carefully, I licked all around him, lost in discovering every hard, steely, inch. A thrill surged through me, knowing I could give him this pleasure, the same pleasure he gave me hours before. Taking him deep, I swallowed more of him, making sure I ran my tongue under the sensitive frenulum.

His hand coasted through my hair and another groan from Tyler pushed me to do more. His cock surged into my mouth and I tried to take him deeper. He swelled in my mouth and groaned. My pussy clenched in agony, aching and empty.

With a curse, Tyler took control, feeding me another few inches. “Seal your lips around me, sweetheart.”

I did as he commanded, desperate to give him all I could.

“Good girl,” he praised me. “Lick my cock, sweetheart.”

Pleasure surged through me every time he said that…but he didn’t know why. Tyler moved faster, fucking my mouth, and loosening my jaw. I let him.

“I’m coming, baby,” he groaned.

I gripped him tight when I realized he was about to pull out. No, fuck now. If I couldn’t have him in my pussy, I wanted all of him in my mouth, every last drop. He gripped my hair, and his hips punched up. My throat worked, swallowing every slick drop with satisfaction. Pulling away, I licked the underside of his crown for the last time before tucking him back into his underwear.

Shaking his head, his thumb ran over my mouth. “Your mouth is magical, Willow.”

I stood and smiled, tugging his jeans up. “You’ve got boxer-briefs on. I love those.”

He dropped his hands to my waist while his eyes romance dove along my face. A strange emotion was in his eye while he looked at me. “What about them?”

“I think they’re the sexiest underwear a man can have,” I replied.

“What?” Tyler gasped dramatically. “You don’t like big baggy grandpa drawers.”

“No,” I laughed.

“Speedo?”

I wrinkled my nose. “Not really.”

“A thong?”

“Ew.”

“Banana hammock?” he teased.

“Tyler?”

“Hm?”

“Shut up,” I replied, kissing him.

Tenderly cupping the side of my face, Tyler returned my kiss, an emotion I couldn’t catch slipping through his tender lips.

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