“She couldn’t. No one can,” he says gruffly, slowly pumping over the barbells and ring at his crown.
“Then maybe you’d rather watch her please me. Would you prefer it if I took you into my mouth while she made me come?”
He grunts and shakes his head. “I’m the only one who gets to taste you.”
“So possessive,” I tsk. “But fine. Then I’d ride your face while she sucked you off. Sorry. If she were here, you’d have to choose one.”
He laughs, the rough, dark sound making me ache between my thighs. “Suck me, baby girl.” He brings his crown to my lips and drags it back and forth.
I lick up the wetness, moaning when the taste of him hits my tongue.
“Fuck my throat,” I urge him.
The laugh he lets out this time is lighter. “Always making me do all the work.”
I grin and then stick out my tongue, waiting.
Eyes blazing, he fists my hair at the back of my head. Then he stands and slides himself all the way into my mouth, only stopping when he hits the back of my throat.
Tears prick my eyes as I gag around him.
He hums in response to the sound. “There’s my perfect whore. I love when you’re a slut, baby girl, but only for me.”
Gaze locked with his, I swallow around him.
A low moan rumbles out of him. “Fucking perfect. Look at you, dressed like a Christmas present, tits barely covered, pussy drenching the ribbon. You’re a complete mess.” He sets a rhythm, his every thrust rough.
There’s no way my throat won’t be raw come morning, but I love every single second of it. I squeeze my thighs together, hoping the damp ribbon running between my legs will give me a little friction.
When he swells in my mouth and lets out a curse, I palm his balls, massaging them, dragging a whole slew of expletives out of him. Words ragged, he pulls me in until my nose hits his stomach. Then he comes down my throat.
Focus fixed on my face, he blows out a long breath. Then he releases my hair and breaks into a blinding smile. “Jesus fuck, Savannah, I think you just sucked my soul out of my body.”
I swipe a thumb against my lip and smile. “Merry Christmas.”
“Get up here.” He slides his arms under mine and hauls me onto the bed. Then he crawls over me and takes my mouth in a rough kiss and spears me with a finger. “You’re soaked.”
I nod against his mouth, gasping at the intrusion.
“Is this what she would do to you? Would she fuck you with her fingers?” He pushes up on his other elbow and watches the way his fingers disappear inside me.
The heat low in my belly extends outward, moving through my extremities. It feels too good. The dirty images he’s painting, the way he’s playing with me. It’s all too good.
“Yes.”
“And you like that. You wanted to do that for me?”
“Yes.”
He pulls his fingers out of me and flops onto his back. Then he drags me over his body and positions me so I’m straddling his shoulders. With his teeth, he tugs at the fabric barely covering me. Then he sucks my clit into his mouth.
I throw my head back, a scream ripping from me, my pussy already pulsing. I’m going to come and he’s barely touched me.
“I don’t think I could handle it unless I was inside you,” he grits out.
I grind against his face, desperate for more.
But he clutches my thighs, holding me in place. “I’d need to bury myself between these thighs. Would she like that? My cock wedged tightly into this pussy? Would she eat you while I fucked you?”
