She simply sinks to her knees, giving me her back. When she sweeps her dark hair over one shoulder to expose her spine and cants her ass, I can’t?—
“Fuck me, Quinnie. I’m not playing anymore,” she rasps.
Hands snatching hips, I push her face into the rug as I nudge her knees wider. She turns back, that bottom lip tugging inward between her teeth. I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock.
She wants this badly, so I’ll make her wait.
Slick need coats her thighs, and I almost give in to her desperate little whimper.Almost.
But as the room gets brighter by the minute, I realize our window is closing faster than I would like. I slam into her. She cries out, legs spreading wider, ass canting up further as if she needs me deeper.
I pull out and slam into her again.
Her hand reaches back, hunting . . .
I bundle her hair in my fist and tug her head back. She rises halfway up, suspended midway by my hold on her hair and helddown by the angle she’s using to push back onto my cock with every lazy stroke I give her.
The fire warms us. Sweat trickles down my spine as I power into her.
Her body trembles as it takes mine. The soft, tight walls of her pussy flutter, and I send my fingers to find her clit.
“Come on, baby, keep granting my Christmas wishes. Come all over my cock. Strangle the fuck out of it.”
“Quin. Oh my god.” She rises a little further, the angle changing enough to elicit sparks of electricity through my core and along my limbs.
My pace quickens as I swirl my thumb around her nub, sending her shaking against my body. She’s barely breathing.
I thrust up into her hard, intensifying the depth and pace. She falls against my chest, bucking as she clamps down around my cock in vicious, beautiful waves.
I loose my hold on her hair and grip a breast, pinching the nipple as I press wet, open-mouthed kisses just below her ear. “Fuck, CC, a man could die from this much...”
Her waves double down, my knees nearly buckling.
A low growl leaves my chest as my release chases hers. And when I shoot ropey lengths of seed into her, I bite down on her shoulder to muffle the moan that would wake up the entire house.
A breath later, fine hands weave into my hair, turning my head until my mouth is pressed to hers. Still inside her, I kiss her like it’s the first time we’ve touched.
And when she puts just a little space between us, her big brown doe eyes meet mine and she whispers, “Best Christmas wish ever, sweet man.”
Our clothes are barely on when the door rattles. Fuck, that’s right—I locked it last night. Good thing, since Maise apparently woke up with the damn birds.
I wait until CC is dressed and snuggled up in my bed before padding to the door to open it.
“Daddy, I heard CC.” Hand on her hips, she scans the space behind me until her eyes land on Celeste in my bed. “Hey! You had a sleepover without me?”
She pushes past me, flying into the bed and curling up next to CC.
“Morning, sweetheart,” CC says, dotting a kiss to her hair.
Maise rolls to face her. “How come you didn’t invite me?”
“Oh, well.” Celeste glances at me then returns her gaze to Maise. “I was kind of scared in my house all by myself, and your daddy said I could sleep here. Sorry, Maise. You were already sound asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Alright, that’s okay.” Maise tucks her hands under her head. “But next time, I’m coming.”
I pad to CC’s side of the bed and lead down, kissing her cheek. “I’ll make the coffee.”
Her hand catches my wrist as I go to leave. “Just five more minutes?”
