Page 165 of How My Neighbour Stole Christmas
I shift her and say, “My dick gets hard whenever you’re around, soyou tell me.”
She chuckles and moves to the side, gripping my once-again hardening cock in her hand. “God, it’s as if you haven’t had sex in a long time and you’re trying to reach your quota for the year.”
I shake my head. “No, I haven’t had good sex with the right person, and now that I have, I don’t want that to change.”
Her smile turns sultry as she slowly runs her hand over my length. “I don’t want it to change either,” she says. “I’ve had so much fun with you, Cole.”
“I’ve had fun with you too,” I say as she continues to stroke me.
“And we’re going to have to continue to be creative about seeing each other.”
“We will,” I say as I feel my body melt into the mattress from the feel of her hand. When she lifts up and straddles my legs, I take in her whole body—from her full breasts to her curvy hips and her pointed nipples—and I know without a doubt that no one will ever be better than her. “Or,” I say as she sits up on her knees and poises my cock at her entrance, “we tell Taran the truth.”
Storee pauses, her eyes meeting mine.
“Tell her the truth?” she says, not letting me enter her as she looks to me for answers. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
I want inside of her.
I fucking need to feel her warmth, but it doesn’t stop me from asking, “Why not?”
“Because…I just think we should wait.”
“Wait until when?”
“Until the competition is over,” she says.
“Why? What does it matter?”
She glides the tip of my cock over her wet clit, and I nearly choke on my own saliva.
“Because I don’t want Taran ruining this, and I don’t want anything to distract us from what we have. One thing at a time,” she says as she slowly lowers so I enter her.
Hell, what did she say?
I can’t process.
Not when she’s letting me inside her…bare.
Since she’s on birth control, we’re both comfortable with not using condoms, and this is easily the best fucking feeling I’ve ever experienced. I swear her pussy was made for me.
“You’re so goddamn perfect,” I say, forgetting the conversation and focusing on what she’s doing. “Jesus Christ, nothing feels better.”
“I love how you fill me up, Cole,” she says as she lowers herself all the way down and then pauses, taking a few deep breaths. “Your cock is amazing.” She starts shifting her hips, taking charge as I lie there and stare up at her face and the way she pulls on the corner of her lip. The awe in her eyes. The desperation in her breathing as her pace picks up. “It shouldn’t be this good.”
“It fucking should,” I say as she moves faster, and my eyes narrow on her breasts that are bouncing, begging me to touch, but I don’t. I lace my hands together behind my head and let her use me.
Her hands fall to my pecs, her fingers clawing at my skin, her head falling forward, and her stomach hollowing as she seeks out her own pleasure.
It’s fucking sexy.
Hot.
Delicious.
Watching her rock over me, feel the friction she needs to come all from my cock, from my body. I love it. I fucking love it so much.
“Fuck my cock, Storee,” I say, my hands itching to touch her.
