Page 116 of The Christmas Trap

My cock thickens and twitches. I’m sure I’m dripping cum from the head. "Suck me off, baby," I command through gritted teeth.

Instantly, she lowers her chin and takes me inside her mouth. The feeling of her silken warmth closing in on me reverberates through my body. My dick extends, the blood throbs at my temples. I literally see stars. I groan against her cunt. The vibrations seem to turn heron further for she drips down my chin. I lick up the liquid and come back into myself a little. I squeeze her butt cheeks, then use my thumbs to pry her lower lips apart.

I begin to lick up her pussy, then push my tongue into her slit. She sinks down, impaling herself deeper on my tongue, as if she’s unable to hold herself up.

Which also means, she swallows around my cock.

I slide down her throat, the warm wet embrace of the channel closing in on me like it was created for me. The suction is overpowering. I’m going to embarrass myself by coming in record time. But not until she comes with me.

I stab my tongue in and out of her slit, savoring the taste. Drowning in the warmth that coats my palate, and the tightness that squeezes my dick.

I continue to slurp on her, laving her trembling flesh, relishing how she swallows around my shaft, devouring me like I'm her favorite snack. And when I close my mouth around her clit and suckle on it deeply, her entire body freezes, her thighs turn tight with awareness, her mouth locks about my shaft, and when I slide my thumb into the eyelet between her arse cheeks, the tension drains out of her.

She shudders, and with a muffled moan that vibrates around my cock, she shatters. Her orgasm races up her spine, arching her back like she’s being pulled heavenward.

A sweet culmination which I can afford her. And then it’s my turn to thrust up and into the wet hollow of her mouth. She gags, drawing on my length, and with a muted roar, I empty my balls down her throat.

I can’t seem to stop. Not even when my cum overflows her mouth, slides down her chin and pools on my belly. It feels like I’m pouring my very soul into her.

She sinks further onto me, and my cock slips from her mouth.

I lick up the last of the moisture coating her pussy lips, then maneuver her body so she’s on my chest, with her face tucked into the hollow under my chin. Her heart is racing, mirroring the speed at which my chest rises and falls.

Sweat turns our skin into a sticky, suction-filled surface. I hold her close, an arm around her waist, the other around her shoulders. Then trail my fingers down the ridges of her spine, to her butt and cup it tenderly.

A shiver rolls down her body. She moans softly. And just like that my dick stirs again. I continue to pet her, running my fingers down the cleavage between her butt cheeks. She stirs restlessly. Resting her chin on my chest.

"I can’t." She clears her throat.

"That’s what you said last time."

She frowns, then whimpers, when I slip my fingers down to play with the opening to her pussy. And when I slip a finger inside, she huffs in protest, but parts her legs.

"Your cunt feels like home, baby."

She flickers her eyelashes, and sighs. "Youfeel like home."

My heart seems to cleave in my chest. My rib cage turns to putty. The wall I’ve built around my feelings dissolves, leaving me exposed. Open. Vulnerable. Alarm bells go off in my brain. I need to pull back.

Clearly, the physical act of making love to my wife has brought my emotions too close to the surface. I can’t let that happen. I can’t. I grasp her hips, ready to set her aside, but then she rises up and peers deeply into my eyes. Her thick blonde hair rains down, entrapping me. Holding me captive.

I’m caught in the crosshairs of an enemy. One I didn’t see coming. And now…it’s too late.

I’m falling for her. I need to find a way out of this mess. But not now.

Right now, I’m too taken in by the scent of her body, her curves, the seductive slide of my cock against the melting center of her pussy. I squeeze her fleshy hips and position her over my cock. The engorged head teases her opening. I’m rewarded by the growing color on her cheeks.

"So soon?" She shudders. Her mouth opens, her lips glistening and swollen.

"Always for you," I admit.

I tease her legs apart until she’s straddling me. I lower her gently onto my cock, and when I breach her entrance, both of us gasp.

Her eyes are large, luminous pools of black. Her desire clings to the curves of her cheeks, the jut of her chin, and the way she digs her fingers into my shoulders like a cat clinging to the side of a boat. Unable to let go for fear of drowning.

But drown, she will. As will I. We’re fated on this course. There’s no way out. Not for either of us. I piston my hips up and impale her. My balls slap against the cleavage between her arse cheeks.

"Brody," she cries out. And that inflames me further.