Page 16 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
“Ohhh.” I slowly bucked in his rhythm.
“Mmmm.” He pulled all his fingers out of me, then plunged them back in.
I cried with pleasure. “Ah!”
Then, he took those fingers away again.
I shivered in anticipation.
The small pressure of a glass plug pushed into me.
I gripped the leather on the bench, trying to anchor myself.
There was no pain, but some discomfort as the smooth glass fully penetrated me.
O-kay. . .
Heart pounding, I gasped and kept my mouth open.
He groaned, “Perfect.”
Breathing through this new feeling of the plug inside me, I opened my eyes.
His slipped his fingers along my opening. “Now. . .back to the A-spot.”
I blinked.
Gabriel gently inserted one finger inside my pussy. A second later, he curled the finger upward toward my belly button and rubbed the sensitive space.
I shuddered. “Oh.”
“That’s the G-spot.”
I shivered. “I-I like you touching that.”
“Good. Because I plan to touch it even more.” Slowly, he pushed his long, thick finger deeper and deeper inside of me and then tenderly rubbed in circles.
A moan ripped from my throat. “Oh!”
“And this is the A-spot.” Gabriel caressed the area some more, driving me wild and making me wetter than I’d ever been before.
“Oh. Oh.” Drool dripped from my open mouth.
“Many call it themoney spot.” He flicked the finger against it.
“Holy fuck!”
“You are going to be a lot of fun this Fuckmas.”
Fuckmas?
I almost asked what that meant.
But then, he inserted another digit and began finger fucking me harder. With the butt plug providing stimulating pressure to my anus, two fingers fucking my pussy, and then his other hand toying with my clit, I began making noises that I’d never heard myself make before.
Wild lusty ones.
My arousal dripped down my thighs.
