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And crawling. Did I mention the crawling?

Theo put a thumb at the base of his thick cock and aimed it down, toward my lips. I rose, meeting him, kissing the head of him, my tongue sliding up and down, tasting his slit. His passionate stare grew more heated. He put a thumb in my mouth, while his other hand grabbed a fistful of hair. He pushed my head down, his cock and thumb opening me. His salty taste filled my mouth, his thumb stretching my cheek. I looked up and rolled my tongue around him, wanting him to know how fucking bad I wanted this right now.

He must have gotten the message. He started to fuck my throat, thrusting deep, making me gag, making me want more. More, more, fucking more.

My fingers kneaded into his muscular thighs as his cock hit the dangly thing at the back of my throat. I looked up, seeing Theo through my watery eyes, his face twisted in an expression of pure pleasure. I tried keeping quiet, but the wet sounds of him fucking my mouth filled the room.

He gave one deep thrust, his balls resting on my chin, and he held me there. I licked and sucked and stayed as long as I could before I had to pull back and gasp for air, saliva dripping down my lips, off his shining cock.

“Coño, Mav. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“I think I’ve got an idea,” I said, my eyes going to his throbbing dick.

“Come up here.”

I got onto my feet, his commands settling deep into my bones. My entire body felt like a dancing flame in a wild, whipping wind, every part of me exposed and raw and burning hot. I swallowed as he cupped my head in his big hands and pulled me in for a sweltering kiss, his cock pushing against my stomach. His hands moved from my face, down my back, sliding underneath my pants.

His fingers went straight for my hole, pressing and rubbing. My eyes rolled back at the touch. My thoughts went wild as he continued to kiss me, his fingers pushing inside.

I took in a sharp breath, his finger slipping inside. I didn’t even need lube, I was that needy for him. So fucking hungry.

He couldn’t go too deep, though. But he knew exactly how to fix that.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, biting my bottom lip. He pulled his hands out of my pants and focused on undoing them. I shot a quick look at the door, making sure it was still locked. The mansion was huge, and there were plenty of other rooms to explore, but I really didn’t want Theo’s coworkers barging in while both our cocks were rubbing together.

I kicked my pants off, some of the fake snow rising up and swirling in the air.

“Get over here,” Theo said, grabbing me by my dick and leading me to the green velvet couch, a blue-and-gold Christmas tree twinkling just next to it. The smell of fresh pine wafted our way, getting stronger as we got to the couch.

Theo lay down, smirking at me with fire in his eyes.

“Sit on my face, Mav. Come. Aqui.” He patted his lips with two fingers, licking one while keeping that burning hot gaze on me.

Again, there was no resisting Theo. Whatever that man wanted, I’d give him. Even if I never had my ass eaten while surrounded by a Christmas wonderland.

I climbed onto the couch, kissing him before getting into position. I put both hands on the armrest and squatted down, Theo’s hands spreading me open as his tongue dashed across my hole.

A gasp fell from my lips, quickly turning into a delicious moan. Theo’s tongue flicked back and forth, getting me used to the sensation of having him between my cheeks. I looked over my shoulder and could see his cock stiff and leaking a string of precome onto his sexy treasure trail, the dark hair leading down to a darker bush.

His tongue stopped flicking, probing instead. Going in and out. Then his fingers joined the action, slipping in farther now that I was soaking wet. A moan tore through me, loud enough to be heard behind the closed door.

I no longer cared. All I could focus on was the blissfully sweet sensation of Theo eating me out, fingering me, my ass and balls on his face. His greedy, hungry, wet sounds coming from underneath me drove me crazy.

My head dropped back, pleasure flooding me in a way that I’d never felt before.

Above us, a mistletoe hung from the ceiling, and I smirked before my lips turned into another O. This probably wasn’t exactly what the inventor of mistletoe kisses imagined, but fuck, I was sure they wouldn’t be mad at it if it was their ass being turned inside out by the sexiest fucking man alive.

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