Matt fucked me from behind, and I cried out when his cock brushed against my G-spot, way deep inside.
Pleasure rolled up inside me, and I pushed back against him, all humor gone, just feeling wild with it—with him.
His hands clamped on my hips as he pulled my body into each thrust, his balls slapping against me as he rode me hard.
“Matt…Matt…” I chanted, loving every second of this. I couldn't last for too long with him like this, and I suspected that he couldn't either. That was fine.
Orgasm burst through me, and I crested with a sweet cry, his name on my tongue.
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Merrie cut off a piece of the biscuits and sausage gravy she was eating and fed it to me.
“Are biscuits and gravy really a Christmas food?” I asked, accepting the bite.
“Anything is a Christmas food if you eat it on Christmas,” she replied, selecting another batch of ornaments to arrange on the display. “I just have five more boxes of ornaments in storage, then we’re going to be all sold out!”
I leaned over to kiss her.
“What are you going to do when you aren’t weighed down by all those Christmas ornaments?”
“Christmas ornaments aren’t a burden,” she said simply.
“So, you’re going to order a thousand more. Got it.”
She stuck her tongue out at me, and I laughed.
“I’m going to decorate your penthouse with them,” she joked. “You’ll open your sock drawer—Christmas ornament. Lift weights? Christmas ornament. Want to make a smoothie? Christmas ornament.”
“If I have to have Christmas year-round, I think I’d rather just have you in a sexy elf outfit in my bed.” I crushed her mouth to mine for a harder kiss.
“I think I can make that happen,” she said against my mouth. “Though you’d have to be okay with a sexy Grinch outfit in July.”
“Doesn’t matter what you’re wearing. I’m ripping it off of you anyway,” I said, rubbing her tits through the thin sweater she was wearing. I wanted her—I wanted her more than I had ever wanted any woman.
My hand slid down to slip under her skirt between her legs. She spread them for me.
“Matt I—” she moaned softly as I stroked her through her soaking wet panties.
“You’re all wet for me,” I murmured to her.
“People can see,” she said, but her eyes were closed, and her hips were rocking against my hand as I rubbed her through the lacy panties.
I kissed her, my tongue teasing hers. My fingers slipped under her panties, sliding along her wet hot slit. I wanted nothing more than to put my cock there.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I murmured as she clung to me. “I’m just giving you a little taste of how you’re going to feel right after the party when I bend you over the counter in my penthouse and fuck your tight, hot pussy, giving you every inch of me, making you scream when you come.”
She whimpered as I stroked her harder, circling her clit as she rocked her hips against me.
“I’m going to take you fast first,” I whispered, sliding my fingers back along her slit to finger her opening. “Then take you slow, listening to you moan as you come again and again on my cock, your huge tits hanging out of your dress as I pound into you. Your pussy hot and wet, your leg spread wide open for me, your mouth begging me for my cock.”
“Oh, Matt.” She gasped. She was close now.
Fuck, I wanted her.
“I want to fuck you every day for the rest of my life,” I murmured. She nipped my lower lip, then her hips surged forward as she came on my hand.
