Page 118 of 10 Things I Hate About Mistletoe

“I liked those tights,” she murmured.

“I’ll buy you new ones.” He flung them across the room, staring down at the sliver of black fabric covering her pussy. “Is that a thong?”

“Yes?”

“Fuck, you’re going to break me, love.” Anthony took her thighs in his hands and flipped her onto her stomach, staring at the gorgeous globes of her ass exposed, that thin strip of fabric creating a little arrow pointing down and he wanted to follow it.

“Get on your knees.” Anthony lifted her off the mattress and she balanced herself on her hands and knees like he asked.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he murmured, tracing a finger from that little black triangle down between those sweet, lush cheeks. Anthony felt her shiver as he bent over and pressed a kiss against the small of her back, skimming the slim barrier of her thong until he found the soaked strip covering her pussy. Anthony rubbed his fingers against her, playing with her wet folds. She sucked in a breath as he slipped a finger underneath and inside, teasing her seam with slow, steady strokes.

“You’re so wet for me.” Anthony dipped his finger between her labia, circling her opening before pressing inside her. He curled his fingers, rubbing against the rough patch of her G-spot and listening to the hitch of her breathing with every swipe.

Anthony dropped to his knees on the floor behind her, and fisted his hand into her thong, yanking it to the side so hard it snapped. Without anything between them, Anthony added a finger inside her, his voice rough as he ordered, “Place your cheek against the mattress and hold on to something.”

“What do you mean—oh God,” she moaned sharply when he dragged his tongue over her pussy as he rubbed her G-spot in harsh circles. He sucked her labia into his mouth, tonguing her as she pushed back against him, giving him better access. Anthony loved her pussy, her arousal musky and sweet against his tongue, and when he felt the first spasm under his mouth, he nipped her flesh.

“Fuck, Anthony,” she cried out, bucking against his mouth and fingers. “I-I’m coming.”

He didn’t let up until he tasted her orgasm, lapping at her as her trembles subsided. When she collapsed on the bed, he climbed to his feet and shrugged out of his suit jacket.

“Roll over, Lila,” he growled, staring down at the contrast of her black dress bunched at her waist, highlighting the gorgeous pale globes of her ass, the curve of her thighs, and the dip of her calves. She was amazing, but he was growing impatient. He needed to possess her, to feel her surrounding his cock, sucking him into her sweetness.

“Now, love. I want you to see what you do to me.”

Delilah rolled over slowly and as he watched her sit up, leaning back against her hands watching him, he jerked his tie loose, a frenzy taking over him at the anticipation lighting up those gorgeous blue eyes. Delilah climbed to her feet, standing in the middle of the bed, a teasing smile curling the corner of her lips and his heart slammed rapidly in his chest when her hands gripped the bottom of the dress, pulling it over head. The black and satin bustier underneath had delicate pink flowers over the cups, her soft breasts spilling over the tops, and with the taste of her still lingering on his lips, he ripped open his shirt, crazed with the need to be inside her.

Delilah stepped across the bed and slid to the end, shyly reaching for his belt with her eyes lowered. Anthony wasn’t fooled by her pretense, but he let her tease him, stroke him through his suit pants with one hand as she loosened his belt buckle. He grit his teeth, loving and hating the delicious torture her hands delivered until she finally pushed his pants down, revealing his dick stiff and pulsing.

“I remember thinking that it should be criminal to look that hot in a simple shirt and tie, but like this? You’re put the fucking sin in sinew.”

Anthony chuckled, slipping off the remainder of his shirt and dropping it to the floor. “Was that a line you just came up with?”

“Mmm, maybe.” Delilah wrapped her hand around his cock, swiping her finger along the head. “I want you, Anthony. All of you. Inside me. Now.”

“Fuck, Lila,” he groaned, threading his fingers in her hair and gripping the strands in his fist. He bent over, taking her mouth in a hard, deep kiss, sweeping his tongue inside the way he did her pussy. Delilah pumped him, her hands sliding to the base, grazing his balls, and repeating the action until his balls tightened, pulsating with the need to come.

Anthony jerked his mouth away, sucking in air. “Delilah, I fucking love you, but if you don’t stop touching my cock and let me get the rest of my clothes off, we’re both going to be disappointed.”

“Impossible,” Delilah said, but she released him, stepping back toward the bed. To his surprise, she laid back on the comforter, and spread her legs, her hand traveling over the curve of her stomach. When it reached the juncture of her thighs, Delilah lifted her heels onto the bed, baring her to his eyes as her fingers sought between the folds of her labia. A sweet gasp escaped her and he was mesmerized by the circular motion of her fingers on her clit.

“Are you going to strip or am I finishing alone?”

One of his shoes hit the floor with a thump and Delilah released a breathy laugh. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, which made getting out of his clothes more difficult, but he was enjoying the show too much to look away.

Finally naked and painfully hard, Anthony climbed onto the bed and crawled next to her, crushing his mouth against hers. His fingers gripped her hips, dragging her over his body until she sat above him, her wet heat taunting his turgid flesh.

“Are you on birth control?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

Without being told, she opened her legs and he didn’t give her time to catch her breath. Anthony adjusted the tip of his cock between her pussy lips and thrust upward. Delilah held on tight to his shoulders as he rolled his hips, working his way inside her. Anthony watched her lashes flutter until she was completely seated, fingers curled against the wall of his chest.

“Holy shit, Lila. I should have fucked you that night in my truck. You’re so incredibly perfect.”

“See? Now, don’t you feel dumb for holding ou—oh!”

No more short and slow. Anthony gave her three hard, fast thrusts, and paused, listening to her panting. “You were saying?”