Page 170 of Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animal
I brace my hands on her thighs, already growing hard from just having her on me.
“Some might saynonexistent.”
“Are you sure?” she asks as she leans forward and starts kissing my neck while her fingers play with the hem of my shirt.
“Oh yeah, pretty sure.”
“Good.” She lifts my shirt up and over my head, and I help her take it off, dropping it to the side. Her hands immediately drag down my chest, her fingernails scraping along my nipples, her lips following as she moves down my body and then between my legs, where she kneels on the floor in front of me.
Anticipation roars through me at what her mouth can do.
And her hands.
Eyes on me, she tugs her shirt up and over her head, leaving her bare, her nipples hard, her tits looking so damn good.
“Christ.” I tug on her hand, trying to pull her up. “I want your tits in my mouth.”
“And I want your dick in mine,” she replies with an evil smirk. She stands and shimmies out of her pants, leaving her in just a black thong, her hair down, looking so goddamn good that it’s going to take everything in me to let her take control.
She bends in front of me again and undoes my pants. I help her take those off as well, followed by my briefs, so I’m left nakedon the couch, my hard-on stretching up my stomach, looking for her mouth.
“I love your dick,” she says as she smooths her hands up my thighs, right to my cock, where she grips the base. “I love everything about it.” Her tongue lightly swirls along the head, causing me to sink deeper into the couch. “And I love how you react to how I play with you.”
“Because you’re really fucking good at it,” I say, letting out a deep breath as she wraps her lips around the tip and starts gently sucking while pumping her hand up and down my length. “Feels so fucking good.” I move her hair out of her face so I can watch her better, see her lips play with my length, watch her small hand grip me tightly.
She pulls off and then licks up my length, tantalizing me, teasing me, giving me so little but also so much. And when she pulls her mouth away and smiles up at me, I feel myself fall more and more for this woman.
“I want you inside me, but first... I’m hungry.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, wondering where she’s going with this. And then she grabs one of the finished popcorn garlands and starts to wrap it around my cock. “What are you doing?”
“Nibbling,” she says as she leans forward and bites off a piece of popcorn like it’s a piece of candy off a candy necklace.
“Jesus,” I say, her teeth and lips scraping along my length as she takes off another and another and another. Occasionally she licks, gives me a little more of her mouth, but for the most part, it’s her teeth. And when she clears off a good amount of popcorn, occasionally licking the head of my cock, she wraps more popcorn string around and then starts nibbling again. “Fuck, babe. You’re... you’re killing me.”
She smiles up at me and swirls her tongue around the head again, causing me to groan and drape my arm over my eyes.
“Christ, you have to?—”
A car door slams outside, followed by voices. What the hell?
I still.
“Wait, babe.”
“Are you really going to come already?” she asks, smiling up at me.
“No. I heard?—”
The front door handle jiggles, the lock is undone, and I have a second to cover Betty with the blanket on the couch before the door flies open and my parents come waltzing in.
“Oh,” Mom says as she sees me on the couch in clearly quite a position.
The blanket is covering Betty and my popcorn-wrapped cock, but that’s about it. Clothes are scattered everywhere, and you can tell that my bare ass is firmly planted on my mom’s couch.
“Dear God.” Mom covers her eyes.
“What’s going on?” Dad asks, stepping in behind her where he spots me. “Are you naked on our couch?”
