Page 102 of Theirs for the Holidays

She nods, eager. “Yeah. Please, Rhett. I’m so close.”

I go back to it, giving her everything. I take note of the sounds she makes, of what makes her cry out and what sends those shocks of need through her body. All the while I try to get as much of her as I can, not stopping until my mouth is coated with her taste.

Her body goes tight and tense all at once, and she whines my name as she comes undone, shaking and pulling at my hair. I lick her through it, lapping up every single drop of her arousal before pulling away when she lets me go.

“Oh mygod,” she pants. “That was…” She shakes her head, clearly still lost for words.

I get to my feet, looming over her, and she looks up at me, heat flaring in her eyes. The tension between us ramps up another notch, and I can see when she realizes we’re not done here.

Violet slides down off the counter, and she’s shaky for all of a few seconds. Then she’s getting on her knees in front of me, looking up.

My cock is already hard in my pants, but the sight of her like that makes it throb with need.

“You gonna suck me off?” I ask her, staring down into her eyes. “Are you gonna wrap those pretty lips around my cock?”

She looks a little shy, cheeks flushing, but she nods. “Yeah. I want to.”

Her fingers slide up my fly, undoing the button and zipper so she can push them down. My cock is a visible tent in my boxers, and Violet licks her lips as she pulls it out.

It’s not her first time seeing it, obviously, but she looks at it with those same wide eyes as the first time, taking in the size. Precum is already welling at the head, and Violet leans in and swipes at it with her tongue.

“Fuck,” I groan, tipping my head back.

Her mouth is a hot, wet torment as she eases it over my cock, taking the head inside and swirling her tongue around it experimentally. She takes my answering groan as encouragement and starts bobbing her head, taking more and more into her mouth as she goes down.

It feels fucking good.

She’s clearly new at this, or at least not used to having something as big as my cock in her mouth, but that doesn’t stop her. She gags a little at one point, but then gets right back to it, using her saliva and her hand to stroke the shaft where it won’t fit.

The wet sound of her sucking fills the room, and heat surges through me. Violet looks so good, and it feels so fucking right.

It quickly becomes more than I can take.

Her mouth is too tempting, too hot, too wet, and my cock throbs. I’m right on the edge of falling apart already, and I don’t want it to be over yet. Not until I’m satisfied.

I use the hand in her hair to drag her off my cock. She gasps, breathing hard and looking up at me, strings of saliva connectingher mouth to the slick head of my cock. Her lips are flushed and swollen from being wrapped around me, and there’s a hazy look in her eyes that goes right to my gut.

“No,” I growl. “Not yet.”

“What?” She blinks, confused.

“I’m not going to finish in your mouth. Not yet. You’re not getting away from me that easily.”

Her eyes flare wider, and she moans softly at the way I’m talking to her. At least she’s into it.

I lift her to her feet, and she stumbles a little, clearly shaky and off balance. But that’s okay. I push her over the counter, bending her over it so her ass is out and on display. My hands grope at her ass, feeling the plush heft of it as I squeeze.

“Fucking amazing ass,” I tell her. “So soft. So spankable.” I slap it, letting the sound echo around us, followed by her groan of pleasure.

“Please,” Violet gasps. “Please, Rhett.”

One hand moves down between her legs sliding against her soaking wet pussy. I let her feel me there, waiting until she starts rocking in place against my hand before I bring her up short, holding her fast.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” I growl. “Tell me, Tink. Who owns this pretty pussy?”

“You—” she gasp out. “You do. Please!”

It’s like music to my ears to hear her say it, but it’s also somehow not enough.