Page 125 of Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animal
She bites down on her lip and nods.
Christ.
Let go of her breast, dude.
Lie back down.
Take a few deep breaths.
Do not overwork her.
I clear my throat and start to button her shirt back up, but she stops me. “What are you doing?”
“Trying not to take advantage of you.”
“It wouldn’t be taking advantage if I want it,” she answers.
Fuck. Those eyes, the way they’re pleading.
“Betty.” I clear my throat again. “It’s been a rough night, and I think?—”
I go still when her hand connects with my half-hard cock.
“Fuck—” I whisper, trying to take a deep breath. “Betty, I really think?—”
Her hand slips inside my boxer briefs, and I grow harder in her palm.
“Jesus.”
She pushes me to my back and then undoes the rest of her buttons, letting the shirt flap open again, giving me a perfect view right before she dips down and starts kissing my chest, grazing her lips over my pecs, her tongue lapping at my nipple, and then moving down to my stomach.
Fuck, I should stop her, I really should, but for the life of me, I can’t as her tongue runs over my abs, farther down, kissing, nipping, until she gets to the waistband of my boxer briefs where my cock is straining to be released.
Seriously? Seconds. It took her goddamn seconds to get me to a point where I’m sweating, needing her to do more.
She lifts up, gives me the most telling smirk I’ve ever seen, and then lowers my boxer briefs down my legs, leaving me completely naked to her.
“Oh my God, Atlas,” she says as she takes me all in. Her satisfied expression turns me on even more, because I can see genuine appreciation and excitement in her eyes. Wetting her lips, she leans down, her hard nipples dragging along my legs as her mouth kisses just below my belly button, right next to where my cock is straining, twitching, begging for her touch.
But she doesn’t give me what I want. Instead she kisses and licks around me while I feel her nipples scrape along my skin at the same time.
It’s torture.
But it’s so fucking good.
“Touch me,” I say. “Fucking touch me, Betty.”
I see her smile as she continues to kiss around me while her hand moves between my legs and her thumb lightly caresses the seam of my balls.
Immediately, my legs spread as I let out a large sigh. “Christ.”
It’s gentle.
It’s purposeful.
It’s driving me fucking mad.
She’s touching me in just the right spot to keep me turned on without giving me what I want.
