“I don’t know. Those are pretty good cookies.”
She spreads her legs wide, granting me access to the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. It’s even more gorgeous in the glow of Christmas lights from the tree—not that I’ll ever admit that out loud.
“There’s only one cookie I want tonight.” I press light kisses to her inner thighs, loving the way she’s watching me enjoy her. My cock throbs, pissed off that it’s not part of the party—yet.Soon. Soon I’ll claim her for my own.
After taking my time kissing my way up to her pussy, I finally flick my tongue against her wet folds.
“Fuck me, Tripp,” she groans.
“Oh, I’ll get to that part. But not until I devour your pussy first.” It’s the last thing I say before I fuse my mouth to her soaked center. I savor her like she’s my last fucking meal, swirling my tongue around her swollen bud and drinking in her intoxicating juices. I want to get drunk off this pussy and never sober up.
“Fuck, Tripp,” she pants, rocking her hips to my vigorous movements.
She digs her nails into my shoulders, crying out name as she comes apart. I suffocate myself with her pussy, refusing air so I can taste every last drop of her orgasm. I refuse oxygen until her body stops convulsing.
When I finally come up for air, she’s smiling like a sated fool.
“You have cum on your beard,” she says, threading fingers through my hair. “And tinsel.”
“I suppose it’s only fair you get cum on you too,” I say, standing and tugging her to her feet as she pulls the tinsel free.
“Where are we going?”
“To my bed, Goldilocks.”
Chapter 7
Harley
Still naked sinceall my clothes are scattered on the main level, I kneel on the edge of Tripp’s king-sized bed and drag him toward me by his belt. I slowly start to unbuckle him, enjoying the way he watches me. It’s no secret this man is hiding a loaded gun in his pants. His poor Levi’s can barely contain the weapon of mass destruction beneath the strained denim. The thought only makes me wetter as I toss away his belt and go for the zipper.
“How do you want me?” he asks, his voice husky and deep.
“Iget to choose? It really is Christmas!”
“Don’t get any crazy ideas,” he says as I push his jeans down over his hips. “I don’t want my Grinchy reputation to be spoiled.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about your heart growing two sizes too big. Your cock’s already done that.”
He chuckles, the sound deep and sexy, as I reach inside his boxers, circling my hand around his steel rod. I stroke it once.
He groans the most delicious groan I’ve ever heard a man make as he rids himself of the rest of his clothes. The second he kicks away his jeans, I drag my tongue around the tip of his cock, lapping up the precum.
“This might be a good time to mention I’m on the pill,” I say between licks.
“What are you saying, Harley?”
“Other than this really is just baby making practice and not some secret plot to trap you into your third marriage?”
Tripp laughs louder this time, his entire face stretching with a rare smile.
“Holy hell, put that thing away. It’s completely unfair how sexy you look with an actual smile on your face.”
“I’m not all grump,” he says in that seductive tone that gives me full body shivers.
“Well, if you’re clean—and I trust you not to lie to me about something like that on account of I can make your life a literal hell via your sister if you do—and I’m clean—which I am—then I’m giving you permission to fuck me without a condom.”
“Fucking is not exactly what I had in mind.”
