Page 37 of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
Pulsing my hips, I moan while my fingers scrabble for purchase on the smooth chair. Her throat convulses around me, and I struggle to remember my own goddamned name, but the hair tickling my arms reminds me of her ponytail, and I wrap it around one of my hands while she continues to bob on my cock.
“That’s it, baby. Wrap those pretty red lips around me and take me. Fuck, princess, your mouth feels so goddamn good right now.”
She hums, the vibration settling in the base of my spine as my orgasm continues to build.
“How long did you plan this? Today?”
She hums again, and I lift my hips, driving my cock a little deeper down her throat.
“Goddamn, I’m so close, princess. Really fucking close to coming in that sweet little mouth of yours. Do you want that?”
Her suction intensifies, and stars dance behind my eyes.
“Fuck, yes, you do. Should I do it? Should I fuck that sassy mouth of yours before I slide my dick into your pussy?”
She nods, so I increase my tempo until my vision tunnels. My only reality is the woman practically in my lap. Her breasts bounce with every thrust of my hips, and her mouth feels fucking incredible wrapped around my dick. But this isn’t what I want.
The fuck it isn’t.
I want more than a quick blow job. Right now, I want to drive my dick into her pussy and claim her skin with my lips. I manage to pop her off my dick and lift her into my arms as I stand and lay us both down in the glow of her illuminated Christmas tree.
“Why’d you stop?” She studies me, her brow furrowed and that damn lip caught between her teeth.
I claim her mouth, pouring every emotion I’ve suppressed over the last six months into the kiss. This isn’t simply lust for me. It’s so much fucking more. And I need her to realize I’m all in. For her. For us.
She moans and wraps her legs around my waist, reminding me that my jeans are barely hanging on. Standing, I whip off my T-shirt and kick off my jeans and boxers until I’m naked in front of her. She gives me a once-over, her tongue slicking along her lips. Kneeling again, I reach for her panties and tug them down her legs.
“You wrapped your pussy up so pretty, princess. Call me a naughty boy, but I never could wait until Christmas to see what I was getting.”
She parts her legs so I can glide my fingers through her folds and find the bundle of nerves swollen with need and desire. For me.
“Evan.”
With her fingers wrapped around my wrist, she digs her nails into the skin slightly as I press one finger inside her.
“So fucking wet for me. Are you ready for me to fill you up with my cock?”
“Now,” she whimpers.
I shift until I’m between her thighs and slide slowly into her in one long thrust that leaves us both moaning.
“This is exactly what I needed. You wrapped around my dick, gripping me like a goddamn vise. Fuck. Best fucking Christmas present ever.”
She tips her head back, exposing her neck to me, and I nip at the tendon on display.
“Yes!”
“Tell me you feel this too, princess. Tell me I’m not alone.”
I trail kisses along her throat, stopping at the pulse beating wildly beneath her skin.
“You’re not alone. I feel it, Evan. I feel it.”
Her hands on my back, she clutches me to her as I piston my hips against hers, picking up speed while the orgasm builds exponentially in my spine.
“I’m not giving you up, Lilah. Not for Cornerstone, not for anything. You’re mine.”
“Yours,” she moans. “And you’re mine.”
