Page 181 of How My Neighbour Stole Christmas
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I say as I gently dance my fingers across her breasts, loving just how fucking hard her nipples are. “I love seeing you like this, surrendering to me, letting me play with you.”
“I love it,” she says with a sigh as she brings her hand between her legs.
“No,” I say. “Don’t touch yourself.”
“But Cole…”
“No, that’s my pussy. You don’t come until I tell you.”
I continue to draw gentle circles around her breasts as she groans, then starts moving around her bottom half. When she pushes the blanket down, that’s when I realize she was taking her pants and underwear off, leaving herself completely bare to me.
“That’s my girl,” I say as I drag my fingers down her stomach and to her pubic bone. Her legs spread even wider, and her pelvis thrusts up, seeking friction, but I don’t give it to her.
“I want your cunt squeezing my cock tonight, Storee. And I want you to spend the night.”
“I…I can’t,” she pants as my fingers find her breasts again, but this time I circle around her nipple, her chest heaving now, her pelvis wiggling.
“You can. I want you in my bed.”
“But—”
“But nothing,” I say as I pinch her nipple. She groans loudly, her chest pushing into my hand.
“Yessss,” she drags out.
I pluck at her nipples, playing with them, watching her writhe beneath me, looking for so much more.
“Yes, you will stay?”
“I…oh God…Cole.”
“Answer me,” I say, driving up her pleasure by bringing my free hand to her pussy and cupping her. She tries to wiggle against me, attempting to create some heat.
“You know…I…can’t.”
“Not what I want to hear,” I say as I move one finger along her seam.
“Oh God. Please, Cole, I’m throbbing.”
“Then you’d better answer me,” I say while playing with her nipples.
“They…they’ll find out.”
“We’ll wake up early and get you back to the house before they wake up,” I reply as I swipe at her slit again. She doesn’t answer, so I swipeagain…and again, already feeling how aroused she is. I bring my finger up to my mouth and suck on it. Her eyes go wild. “Say it, say you’ll stay.”
“Pr-promise we’ll get me home?”
“Promise,” I say as I return my hand to her pussy and slip my finger all the way against her clit.
“Fuuuuck,” she draws out. “Yes. I’ll stay.”
“Good girl,” I say as I move two of my fingers inside her. I play with her clit, massaging and circling it, applying just enough pressure with my thumb to make her pleasure climb.
“You’re so good,” she says as her hands go to her breasts.
“Don’t touch yourself. That’s my job.”
Frustrated, she lowers her hands as I take over with my free hand, playing with her breasts. Cupping them, squeezing them gently, then running my fingers around her nipples.
