Page 105 of The Christmas Trap

"I want"—I lower my gaze to the tent which stretches his crotch, and my mouth waters—"I want to taste you."

I never wanted to do this with my ex. But with my husband, I’m so turned on.

He makes me feel wanted in a way that steals my breath. I adore how he’s always focused on my pleasure, my release, my unraveling.

I want to return the favor. I want to watch him lose control the way he makes me fall apart.

Something like satisfaction seems to ripple over him. Once more, I have this unreasonable feeling of having done something that earns me his approval. It amps up my pulse rate and pushes up my heartbeat, so I can feel my blood pumping in my ears.

He leans back in his seat and widens the space between his legs. "What are you waiting for?"

I instantly reach over and grasp the ridge outlined at the crotch of his sweatpants.

He hisses. His stomach ripples. And when I squeeze up the column, he grows rigid.

"Fuck," he growls. "Take it out."

I tug on his waistband, and when he raises his hips, I slide it down his thighs. Instantly, his dick stands to attention against his stomach. Large. Long. Swollen. With a purple head and droplets of cum visible.

"You’re big." I swallow.

"You knew that already."

Yes, I took him inside me, but noting his girth now, I wonder how he fit. As I stare, he seems to grow bigger. I gulp.

"On your knees,” he growls.

His low, hard voice, and the absolute assurance that I’ll obey him, turns my insides to putty. My legs seem to fold under me. He pushes the stool backward as I slide down to kneel in front of him. In this position, his crotch is at eye level. Which means, I’m directly facing his cock. He cups the back of my head, his touch gentle. He rubs his thumb into my scalp. It’s almost soothing, and gives me the courage to lean forward. I close my fingers around his length and lick up the back of his shaft.

"Bloody hell." His entire body shudders.

And with that, a calm flows through me, infusing me with a sense of power. To have this big, beautiful man become putty under my fingers is the most incredible feeling to envelop me. I squeeze my fingers around the root of his cock, then lick up the column.

He jerks his hips forward as if he’s unable to stop himself. His fingers dig into my scalp. He tugs on my hair, and pinching sensations spark in my scalp. My clit throbs. It’s as if there’s a direct connection between his touch and that part of me. I swirl my tongue over the sensitive head of his shaft. He groans and throws his head back, exposing the strong column of his neck.

A feeling of greed grips me. I want to pleasure him. I want to make him fall apart the way he made me earlier. I begin to lick on hiscock in earnest. His body is so rigid his muscles might have turned to stone.

With his other hand he holds onto the edge of the counter, the skin stretched across his knuckles.

A feeling of exultation swoops through me. I half rise, so I’m crouching, giving me the height needed to close my mouth around his cock.

"Lark, fuck." His voice is strained. As are the tendons of his neck. I look up to find an almost agonized expression on his features. His jaw is clenched. A nerve prominent at his temple.

He’s looking at me with avarice and helplessness. A combination which draws more moisture from my pussy. My belly trembles.

I reach down to touch myself, but he clicks his tongue. "Stop. Your orgasms are mine."

I pause, unable to disobey his command, then decide to pay him back. I tilt my head and take him down my throat.

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Brody

“Holy hell.” I grit my teeth against the pleasure shooting up my spine. I love her pussy. But the hot wetness of her mouth almost undoes me. I hold onto the counter like I’m drawing strength from it. The way she slurps on my dick tightens the knot of desire behind my balls.

My thighs have turned to stone.

The tension building under my skin is a living, breathing thing threatening to seize up every muscle in my body. I draw in a deep breath, fight for calm, but when she drags her teeth over the sensitive skin of the head, fire ignites in my blood. I tighten my hold on her head and pull her back gently. Enough to stay balanced at the rim of her mouth.