Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
I cry out as my orgasm tears through me, feeling its effects right into my fingertips and toes. I clench my eyes and throw my head back, never having felt more alive in my life. Not even I could entice an orgasm like this out of me.
Holy fucking shit.
He doesn’t stop, and with every swipe of his fingers and tongue against my sensitive body, he drags my orgasm out, and my thighs involuntarily squeeze around his head as my hips wildly buck and shake. It’s too much, and I fall back to the mattress as the high threatens to take me out.
“Oh my god,” I pant as it finally hits its peak and begins to wind back down.
Mr. Christmas Eve reluctantly gives in and allows me a chance to come down, slowly pulling his fingers free before letting up on my clit and pulling back just enough for my body to relax. He takes my thighs and lifts them off his shoulders before placing my feet back on the edge of the bed.
I can’t tear my eyes off him as my chest heaves, only as he gets back to his feet, looming over me in the soft moonlight—all six-foot-four of him—I’m met with his raging erection, and fuck, he’s ready to go. Eating my pussy really worked him up, and judging by the protruding veins and the bead of pre-cum sitting on the tip of his massive cock, he’s more than ready for me.
He steps into me, his legs hitting the edge of the mattress before his hand comes down beside my hip. He leans over me, hovering just close enough to tease me but not actually touch me. That is until he brings his other hand up and hovers his glistening fingertips over my lips. “Open wide, Mila. Taste how sweet you are.”
I open my mouth just enough for him to slide his thick fingers inside, and I close my eyes as I suck them clean. He pulls them free, and before I have the chance to swallow, his lips come down on mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and kissing me deeply.
I moan against his lips, and he slowly pulls away, dropping his lips to the sensitive skin below my ear and driving me wild. I tip my head back as I arch up off the bed. “Oh God,” I groan, hooking my legs around his hips and pulling him down until I feel his heavy cock grinding against my core.
“Free my wrists,” I beg him, panting as his hips grind down.
He reaches up to my bound wrists, and with the quickest flick of his fingers, I’m freed. I don’t hesitate to slip my hand between our bodies and wrap my fingers around his base, slowly pumping. “God, I need to fuck you.”
He shakes his head. “No, Mila. You’re enjoying the ride. Tonight, I fuck you until your legs shake.”
A thrill rumbles through my chest, quickly building until it’s almost too much to bear, and when he pulls back and rests on his knees between my thighs, the anticipation is enough to paralyze me.
With one tug, my garter belt snaps, and he tosses it aside before taking the delicate material of my thong and slowly dragging it down over my hips and thighs. The sight of me in nothing but a bra and heels makes him pause, and he sinks his teeth into his lower lip as he fists his cock, slowly stroking it. For just a moment, I wonder how the hell that’s supposed to fit inside me. But this is a Christmas wish, right? It has to fit. This man, who may or may not be Santa Claus, wouldn’t have brought me equipment that’s incompatible with my body. That doesn’t mean he ever intended to make it easy for me. He’s going to make me work for it.
The sensual way he strokes himself is doing wicked things to me, and I squirm in anticipation, my pussy about to come apart from just the thought of what he’s about to do to me. Then as if to put me at ease, he scoops his arm beneath my hips and lifts me just enough to line me up with his angry cock. “I hope you’re ready for me, Mila.”
My tongue rolls along my bottom lip, my eyes hooded and filled with fire. “Do your worst.”
And with that, he guides his thick tip straight into my entrance.
I suck in a breath, feeling the instant satisfaction as my walls begin to stretch around him, almost to the point of pain, and judging by the look on his face, I’m not the only one affected by this. He sinks deeper, inch by inch, taking all the time in the world, and when his thumb presses down on my clit and rubs slow circles, my body starts to shake.