Page 30 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
“I want a lot more.”
She blinked. “How much?”
A hungry groan left me. “Open the present, Mariah.”
She chuckled and did as I asked. Once it was open, she pulled the crotchless panties out of the box and laid them on the bed.
I formed my mouth into a wicked grin. “Six panties for these six remaining days. I expect you to wear one pair each day.”
“I will.” She gazed at them.
The crotchless panties were black and trimmed with red lace around the edges. Seductive and sensual, they promised naughty nights of steamy foreplay.
My cock swelled to fully erect, throbbing and twitching at the tip. “Put a pair on.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
She picked up one pair, left the bed, and put her back to me.
“No, Mariah.” I licked my lips. “Turn around.”
She did.
“Put them on and never break eye contact with me.”
Her cheeks reddening, she lifted the panties and slipped them onto her legs, one-by-one. She was slow and seductive—her movements twisting and sensual.
When she finally had slipped the panties on, I gripped the sheets so hard my fingers left marks in them.
The panties clung so closely to her moist pussy, they were nearly transparent and turned her folds into lusty shadows that tempted my tongue to lick them and made my body shake with impatience. Her cute little clit was only barely concealed by the sheer material.
I rose from the bed, showing her my erection. “Now we can decorate the tree.”
“Naked?”
“What other way would we decorate?” I headed over to the door, opened it a little, and barked at Dog, “Clear the place! Fast!”
“Yes, sir.”
Minutes later, Mariah and I placed silver and red ornaments on the Christmas tree. The fresh scent of pine filled the air. While I wasn’t a fan of this tradition, I loved watching her bare breasts bounce. When she put the lights on the branches, I caught her glancing at my still erect cock.
I knew she was ready to be fucked. Those panties dripped with her arousal, even wetting her thighs.
You will get this cock soon, Mariah. Don’t worry.
Was it weird that I not only relished in teasing her but. . .I actually liked decorating the stupid tree?
She’s changing me.
Once the Christmas tree was heavy with ornaments and blinking white lights, Mariah and I made eye contact. Hot, hungry lust bridged between us.
In a dark husky voice, she whispered, “Gabriel. . .fuck me.”
Groaning, I swept Mariah up off her feet, put my angel on the floor, in front of the tree. Next, I bent her over, stuffing her halfway with my cock and stretching that tight wet pussy.
I groaned, “Can you take more?”
