Page 30 of One Last Christmas


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“I’ve had a very specific fantasy about you since we’ve been here,” I say.

She hums, running her nose along my jaw, her teeth barely scraping over the skin and sending goosebumps down my neck and arms. “Don’t leave me hanging,” she purrs in a way that has me getting even harder.

I let out a long breath, gathering myself as she continues to tease me, and say, “I’ve thought about you riding me in front ofthat tree. Watching your perfect fucking tits bounce as you ride my cock and the tree lights dance across your skin.”

Her breath hitches at my words, and I know they’ve had an effect on her. She slowly slides off my lap, and the look she gives me is absolutely sinful. She slowly pulls her top off, revealing a red lace bra that holds her tits perfectly, her nipples pressing against the material, begging to be released. I’m awestruck as she slowly pushes her leggings down, exposing her matching red thong.

“Why don’t we make that fantasy come true, because something tells me we’ll both thoroughly enjoy it.”

She doesn’t need to say anything more. I’m off the couch, stripping out of my clothes, doing my best to not fall on my ass as I take my pants off.

When I’m naked, she slowly saunters towards me, gripping my cock as she looks at me through her lashes. Her voice is soft as she says, “I have a little fantasy, too.”

My head falls back as she tightens her grip on me. “Tell me,” I moan.

“I want to get on my knees and have you fuck my mouth in front of this tree.”

Without another word, she drops to her knees, licking me from base to tip, flicking her tongue over the slip, gathering the pre-cum leaking out. My hand instinctively threads through her hair, and she smiles up at me, wrapping her lips around the head. My thighs tighten as I try not to thrust into her mouth.

She bats her lashes as she slowly takes more. I can’t help it, my hips jerk, and a look of satisfaction fills her eyes. My girl loves knowing how she affects me.

“You look so good, baby, your mouth full of my cock,” I say, hearing how my voice betrays how I’m on the edge of my control.

My grip tightens on her hair, and her hand finds my balls, rolling them in a way that sends my hips thrusting forward,causing her to gag. I go to pull back, but her other hand grips my thigh, holding me in place. I test the movement again, slowly thrusting into her mouth, her hum of satisfaction felt through my entire body.

“I’m gonna come,” I grind out, and it only encourages her more.

The tingling at the base of my spine starts, and I know I’m there. In a matter of seconds, I’m emptying myself in her mouth, her eagerly taking all of it. She slowly releases me, a satisfied grin spread across her face.

My hand moves from her hair to grip her chin. “You like knowing you can completely undo me, don’t you?”

She nods.

“Does it satisfy you that you’re my weakness in every way?”

“Yes.” Her voice is breathless, and I can hear her need.

I drop to my knees in front of her before dropping my grip and sliding onto my back.

“Come ride my face, baby.”

She eagerly shuffles beside me and straddles my face. My hands grip her thighs, pulling her down so I can devour her. The unsuppressed moan that leaves her as my tongue glides through her soaked folds has me grinning in satisfaction. Knowing she gets this turned on from being on her knees for me is my own aphrodisiac.

I take my time, teasing her pussy, enjoying the way she rolls her hips, riding my face. She’s not afraid to take what she wants from me. I let her use me to chase her pleasure.

Her legs tense around my head, and I tighten my grip on her thighs, hoping to leave a mark to remind her of this.

“Sebastian,” she moans. “I’m close. Soooo, close.”

I keep my eyes on her, my lips wrapping around her clit and sucking it into my mouth, sending her straight over the edge. She collapses forward, bracing herself on her hands, herhips still rolling and her muscles twitching as she rides out her orgasm. She’s gorgeous, like a painting that should be framed, but only for me to see. No one else deserves to see her unrestrained like that.

She moves beside me, lying on her back with a satiated grin. “I could get used to this,” she mutters through her audible exhale.

“Riding my face?” I ask, amusement filling my voice.

She nods. “Yup. You make me come like I’ve never come in my life.”

I roll and hover over her. “You really know how to boost my ego.”