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Matt pulls my shorts off in one fluid motion, tossing them to the floor. He grabs my ass in his hands, grinning at me like a kid in a candy store. Then, as he captures my mouth with his again, he smacks my ass, hard enough for me to yelp. Immediately, his hands are back, smoothing over the reddening skin, then moving up and down my back, exploring the rest of me. His touch is tender yet firm, and that of a man who knows exactly how to please a woman.
And, boy, am I eager to be pleased by this gorgeous, godlike alpha male.
When he slips off my panties, I begin unbuttoning his pants, eager to get a better look at the bulge I brushed earlier. He kicks off his pants and keeps kissing me, his tongue pushing past my lips. God, this man is a good kisser. Occasionally, when I least expect it, he sucks or nibbles on my bottom lip, sending vibrations through my innermost core. I do my best to keep up; the low moans he makes tell me that I’m doing a good job.
I gasp as Matt brushes his hand against my mound. “Sit back on the table,” he murmurs as he breaks our kiss, his eyes flashing.
I look hesitantly behind me. Our plates only take up half the table; I could hypothetically sit, or lay, on the other half. But what if I’m too heavy? “Um,” I begin, but he silences me with a look.
“Sit on the table,” he repeats in a commanding voice. “I won’t say it again.”
My lips quiver, and I follow his instruction, balancing tentatively on the edge of the table. He slowly strides over to me, bronzed and resplendent just in his tight black boxer briefs. I can see the outline of his cock standing at attention, just for me, and the sight makes my mouth water. When did you get this horny, Jenna? I ask myself incredulously as he kneels in front of me. The answer, I suppose, is when I met Matt Mistletoe.
His hand brushes over my mound again before stripping off my panties, his eyes locked on mine. Then, he starts rubbing slow circles on my sensitive nub, making my toes curl in pleasure. When he replaces his hand with his warm, velvety mouth, I nearly leap out of my skin. I can’t remember the last time someone went down on me, especially someone this gorgeous.
“Oh god,” I pant deliriously, tilting my head back as he goes to town. “Yes!”
I enjoy his ministrations for what feels like hours, losing myself in the warmth of his tongue, the rhythmic sound of his breath, and the gentle pressure of his hands on my thighs. He seems to be able to read my mind, and he licks when I want him to lick, sucks when I want him to suck, and strokes exactly where it feels best. When he inserts a finger into my dripping sex, I let out a cry and sit up in ecstatic bliss. My center, my skin, and my entire body seem to be vibrating and pulsing with pleasure.
“Are you going to come for me?” Matt whispers, and I nod helplessly. A frantic whine escapes my lips when, suddenly, he stops.
“Not yet,” he growls. Then, he peels off his briefs, revealing the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. It’s as thick as a soda can at the base, an impressive length, and moderately curved: in short, it’s everything a girl could dream of.
“Oh, my God,” I murmur, despite myself. “Please put that inside of me right now.”
“Yeah?” Matt smirks at me, slowly pumping his hand along his length, both of us watching as a bead forms at the tip. My mouth goes dry and I long to lick up the fluid, but I’m mesmerized by his rhythmic stroking. Instead, I reach out my hand and take his shaft, guiding him impatiently to my entrance. Gingerly, I lean back onto my elbows, and when the sturdy table holds my weight, I flash a grin at him. “Yes, right now,” I breathe.
He doesn’t waste any time. His member slides easily into my wet entrance, filling me so completely, so perfectly, that my eyes nearly roll back into my head. “You’re so tight,” he rasps, and I purr in response, unable to even form words. When he begins pumping in and out of me, slowly and tenderly, I cling to his strong arms, staring into his narrowed eyes. The feeling of him moving inside of me is heavenly.
When his hand moves to my breast, stimulating the nipple until I moan, he picks up his pace, thrusting quickly in and out. My breath comes out in short little gasps as he relentlessly pounds into me. The familiar pressure of an impending orgasm is building, one that I have a feeling will blow any others I’ve ever had out of the water. Matt radiates sensuality, from the grunts he makes to the way he strokes and fondles my curves as he thrusts. Everything about him makes me want to go careening over the edge.
