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She knows how much I love Christmas. She seriously bought this and put it on just for me?For fuck’s sake.
She may be asleep, but she won’t be for long.
I know just what she likes: My teeth clamped down until her perfect, pale skin wears my mark. My hand wrapped around her throat when she climaxes. Waking up to my cock buried deep inside her. She loves it all. I know without a doubt she’ll have no objection to my tongue lapping at her folds as she drifts awake.
I push up the red and white fabric to expose the apex of her creamy, supple thighs.
“Merry Christmas, Kevin,” I murmur to myself, planting a hand on each side of her body and lowering my head to feast on her pussy.
Before my mouth can even touch her, Daphne stirs beneath me.
“Did you just quoteHome Aloneinto my ass?” she asks through a yawn.
Busted.
“You’re surprised by that?” I ask, shoving up the lingerie with more fervor now that she’s awake.
“I’m just surprised you didn’t go the filthy animal angle,” she jibes, shimmying down on the mattress until her ass is firmly in my hands.
“I’ll show you a filthy animal.”
I spread her cheeks with my thumbs, spit right onto her cunt, then lap it up a second later, my tongue tracing a line from her clit to her asshole, then back again.
“Fuck,” I grit out in reverence. “This is so fucking sexy, angel. I would have come to bed a whole lot sooner if I knew you hadthisplanned for tonight.”
“You’re here now,” she pants, pushing back against my mouth in need. “Prove how much you love it.”
I bite down hard on her clit.
Challenge fucking accepted.
Chapter 11
Daphne
Iyelpinsurprise,then moan in pleasure when he catches my clit between his teeth. He bites down, then sucks hard, clearly determined to rise to my challenge.
I’m so indecently exposed—and so mindlessly turned on—as he uses both hands to hold me open and eat me out.
With both hands over my head, I brace against the headboard and find enough purchase to push back. Fielding doesn’t hesitate to grind his mouth against me harder, ravaging me with his tongue, his lips, his teeth.
“Give it to me, angel,” he grits out, lapping at the arousal leaking from my pussy. “Fuck my face and drown me.”
I push up onto my knees, careening back even harder as molten lava pools in my core. While he fucks me with his tongue, his fingers make quick work of rubbing hard against my clit. Then, while still sucking and biting my bundle of nerves, he shoves three fingers inside me, massaging my g-spot and fucking me with his hand so hard my body jolts with each thrust.
My orgasm builds so quickly, there’s not time to prepare for the onslaught before it’s ripping through me.
“Fuck yeah,” Fielding murmurs into my folds, but he doesn’t slow. He works me over just as ferociously as I come.
The walls of my pussy are still clenching around his hand when a hard, fast smack reverberates through my ass.
“Fuck, angel. Mariah Carey had it right. All I want for Christmas is you. You and this weeping, needy cunt. You and this perfect ass and gorgeous tits. Turn over and let me see the front of this little number before I rip it off your body,” he demands.
I roll to my back, then shift up the bed, smoothing over the see-through red fabric and rearranging the white faux fur until it’s all in place.
Fielding rises to his knees, looming with desperate hunger in his eyes as he takes in every inch of me. “I’m fucking you with this on.”
“Do it,” I challenge. “I bet you can’t mark me how you like if I’m wearing this, though.”