Page 9 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
Again?
I swallowed.
So. . .he was the one who undressed me.
I let go of the blanket. It fell away, exposing my breasts. Cool air brushed against my nipples.
“Mmmm.”
Part of me enjoyed the way he gazed at them.
The other part shivered in fear.
Gabriel groaned. “Come here. I want to put my present on you.”
Am I going to do this? Well. . .do I have a choice? And. . .it is. . .a million fucking dollars.
Somehow, I built up the courage, grabbed the box with the clamps, and crawled over to him. My bare ass jiggled with the movement.
He groaned.
I climbed off the bed and stood in front of Gabriel.
He took the box from me and inhaled my scent. “Since you have adamantly explained that you arenota professional, I will give you time to adjust.”
“O-kay.”
He took out the clamps and tossed the box to the floor. “But, you will do as I say at all times.”
I quirked my brows. “But. . .will it be painful?”
He moved his gaze to his cock.
I put my eyes there too and almost shrieked.
The enormously long length was hard and pushing up against the pajama pants.
Holy shit! I forgot how big it was. Wait. . .I can’t do this.
Gabriel smirked. “Do not worry. You will have time to adjust tothatalso.”
I swallowed. “I’m not sure it will fit. The way my body works—”
“It will fit.”
“But. . .I would rather have my organs and everything remain in the places they are supposed to be.”
A dark chuckle left him.
That wasn’t a joke.
Slowly, he placed the first clamp on my nipple.
Oh.
It pinched the sensitive point. Then, he placed the other one on. That same pinching sensation came. Yet, there was this other feeling too. A sensual pulling and tightening on my nipples.
Instantly, my pussy moistened.
