Jack had been right. I needed to take a break from them. They were liars. They lied about the fact that Belle had been the one who paid for my college education, not them. They had been lying about Sloane, and now they were trying to act as if Holly was a terrible person, even though she was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
My phone buzzed with a message from her.
Holly:Ready to come lick the chocolate off of my cookies?
There was a very erotic picture of her with her face cropped off. I would have known her body anywhere, even with her full tits covered in chocolate. She wasn't wearing anything else.
Holly:Better come hurry before this gets all over your bedspread.
I went up to the condo. I was half undressed by the time I got upstairs to the bedroom.
“You sure came in a hurry,” Holly said, swiping a finger down the chocolate sauce on her tits and popping the finger into her mouth. She was still wearing the Santa hat, and she rose seductively up on the bed.
“I want to ride your sleigh,” she said as I undid my pants and dropped them to the floor.
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Icould never get enough of Owen's big cock and washboard abs. Seriously, I was obsessed. It was too bad I wasn't an artist, or I would have drawn pictures of them.
“But maybe I'll make a cock-and-ball cookie, full sized,” I said, thinking out loud.
“A cock-and-ball cookie?” Owen said, burying his face in my tits, licking the chocolate sauce off.
“Why not?” I gasped as his fingers pushed between my legs, stroking my aching pussy. “Sometimes I just want a frosting-covered cock in my mouth.”
Owen growled and pushed me back on the bed. “You keep talking dirty like that, naughty girl, and you're not getting anything nice for Christmas.”
“I already have it,” I said, moaning as he stroked me, his large hand rubbing the wetness around, teasing my clit. I spread my legs wider for him and whimpered as he kissed me, his tongue tangling in my mouth while his fingers made little rolling motions in my pussy.
It was enough to put me teetering on the edge. Owen’s hand moved to rub my clit, sending me free-falling over.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered as I sprawled on the bed.
Owen licked the last of the icing off me. Then he kissed his way down, down to press his mouth against my pussy. I moaned, needing to feel him inside me. He grabbed my hips, taking his time as he brought me close to the edge again.
“I want your cock this time,” I whispered, pushing him off before he could make me come again.
I shoved him back onto the bed, and he went willingly. My pussy was aching for him. I straddled him.
“I told you I want to ride your sleigh.”
He wrapped one hand around my waist, the other caressing my tit and rolling the nipple between his fingers. I took his cock in my hand, sliding my palm along it greedily, needing his length in my pussy. I rubbed his cock in the silky wetness, moaning as the length slid along the hot, tight flesh.
Owen grabbed a condom, rolling it on with one hand as he swiped three fingers in my pussy.
“Better hold on, Santa, because you're in for a wild ride.”
I pushed him back down on the bed. “We're going to the North Pole and back,” I said, angling myself then sliding down on his length. His cock was huge inside me.
“Oh my god, Owen, this feels so good. You feel so good in my pussy,” I moaned. I rose on trembling thighs then slid back down, his entire length filling me.
Owen grabbed my hips, fingers digging into my ass. He held me up then rose slightly to meet me as I came down.
I tipped forward to press my mouth to his, my tits rubbing against the ridges of his muscular chest. Owen pushed me up then slid me down on his cock again, making sure to angle me so that the length slid against my clit. I moaned, needing it harder and faster.
He flipped us over, and I wrapped my hand around his neck and my legs around his waist as he jackhammered into me, his cock robbing against my clit with every thrust. As he fucked me, Owen tipped his head down to nip and roll a nipple in his mouth.
