“No cute costume?” I asked, slipping two fingers down the front of the bodice. She had a streak of frosting across her chest.
“I have fun panties on.”
“Are they crotchless?”
“I guess you better find out,” she said.
I crushed my mouth to hers, tasting sweet frosting and nutmeg. She was warm and soft in my arms. I ran my hands along her body as she moaned against me. The thin fabric of the dress ripped easily under my hands when I tore the bodice.
“Look at you, Mr. Big Strong Handsome Man, giving me the true bodice-ripper romance,” Holly purred. She unzipped my pants as I pulled the torn fabric back to expose her tits. Something plunked on the ground.
“Is that part of a Christmas cookie?”
“Oh!” Holly exclaimed. “I wondered where that went.”
“Please don't eat it,” I told her, kissing her tits so she wouldn't bend down and pick it up.
“I’m not,” she said breathlessly. As I rolled her nipple around in my mouth, sucking her full, soft breast, my hand snuck under her skirt. I could confirm that the panties were indeed crotchless. Holly whimpered as I stroked her pussy, already wet and aching for my cock.
“You gonna fuck me?” she moaned as I knelt in front of her. “Or are you going to eat that cookie?”
“I'm going to eat a cookie, but not the one on the floor,” I said, pushing up her skirt.
She moaned, her legs trembling, as I pressed my mouth to her pussy, lazily licking her. Her nails dug into my shoulders through my shirt as my tongue flicked her clit. Her breath came faster. She was close, but I wanted to draw it out.
“What the hell? Why'd you stop?”
“You said you wanted my cock,” I reminded her. I rolled on a condom and hiked her up against the wall, thrusting into her.
She moaned, her hips wriggling against me as I fucked her, her legs wrapped around me to coax me deeper. She had been so close when I put my thick cock inside her that I knew she would come just from my entry. I made sure she was angled so that my cock stroked her clit with every thrust. I kissed her as I fucked her, her nipples hard as they brushed against my chest.
Holly bit my jaw as she came. I continued to fuck her, gritting my teeth as her body spasmed around me. She panted and cursed as I continued to fuck her. She bucked against me, and I could see that she needed to come again. I felt her body tighten as the second orgasm crashed around me, sending me over the edge as well.
She leaned against me, and I carried her to the couch. Rudolph padded in from the balcony, sniffed, then sprinted to the cookie on the floor.
“Boys!” Holly said with a laugh. “Always want to put their mouths on cookies!”
57
Holly
The winter festival started bright and early the next morning. I'd been up for hours already. Morticia, Fiona, and I had cooked all of the previous day and into the night. Now we had a feast ready for Owen's company. I was downstairs doing last-minute checks and making sure everything was perfect.
Holly:I wish Sloane wasn't going to be there.
Morticia:Show your dominance. Pee on Owen in front of her like a polar bear.
Holly:Uh, I don't think that's how anything works.
Morticia:So sue me. I went to a public school in a dying rust-belt town.
Holly:Harrogate isn't dying! The Svenssons are investing a lot of money. You could land a billionaire.
Morticia:Gag. No thanks. I'm allergic to douchebags with too much money and huge egos.
The workers had been setting up the stages and chairs the night before. It all looked a little corporate, but this wasn't a boozy holiday party. Oh, we were going to have alcohol, but not garbage cans full of hard liquor. Just wine, punch, and beer, something to keep people talking and receptive but not falling-off-the-balcony drunk.
“Everything looks amazing,” Owen said, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me.
