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“What’s so funny?” she asks.

“You really think this is going to play out this way? I can’t let you do that when I haven’t even tasted those lips yet.”

She starts to reply, “But I thought—”

My mouth cuts her off, showing her who’s really in control.

At least, that’s the plan.

But once I get a taste of her, my control goes right out the window and into a snow drift.

The touch of Mary’s velvety lips have me completely undone. They make me fe

el things I’ve never felt before. She tastes like candy canes and feels like heated slippers on a cold, ugly morning.

It’s all over. She’s the one. I found her.

I curse through our joined lips. Mary pulls back and asks me what’s wrong.

I cup her face and her eyes are full of self-consciousness. As if anything she could do with that mouth could be wrong.

“Nothing is wrong in my world, weather girl,” I say. “I just realized something.”

She smiles hesitantly, her eyes glancing between my mouth and my eyes, like she can’t wait to get back to kissing me.

“My mom was right about you. She’s been telling me to ask you out for ages,” I say.

Mary arcs a sultry eyebrow and says, “Always listen to your mother.”

Our lips meet again, and my hands are still cupping her chin while hers rest on my thigh. I’m getting hungrier for her, and when my tongue slips past her lips she lets out a little moan. Her fingers grip my thigh tightly. My arms press her close to me. Her hands explore a little higher on my thighs.

Keeping one eye on the road while navigating all these layers of clothing are becoming extremely problematic. My hand smooths around to her sides and up. I caress her breastbone, exposed by the V of her sweater. I feel the gooseflesh there rise to meet me. I take it a little farther and tug at the V, exposing one breast covered in a red satiny bra. Her large breast is close to spilling out of it. The blood rushing to my cock is now headed there at warp speed. At the same time, her hands are peeling back the layers under the zipper of my work overalls and my long johns. She is a determined little thing.

I blaze a trail of warm, slow kisses down her neck and over her exposed collar bone and land my lips at the top of her breast. She is the softest thing I’ve ever touched and I feel as though I never want to touch anyone or anything else, ever again.

“Got it,” she sighs. She’s talking about my cock, of course. She’s finally struck gold under all those layers of fabric. Mary’s grip barely fits around the girth of my shaft. The sensation of her hand around me like that, like she’s found herself a precious treasure, sends me through the roof.

“Damn, weather girl. You found the prize.”

She smiles. “Oh, is this what Santa brought me for being such a good girl?”

I growl and start to claw the hem of her sweater. She gasps and grips tighter on my rod as I yank down her bra and find her tight little nipple with my mouth. One and then the other. She’s gasping softly as I stretch the shit out of her festive little sweater.

“Let it out, weather girl. Nobody’s listening now but me.”

Mary moans as I rake my teeth and circle my tongue around her nipple as I struggle to keep one eye on the road.

She starts to work over my cock back and forth, and it takes everything in me to keep myself from letting go of my seed right here.

And then, we’re in my driveway. I can hardly believe we made it.

I murmur into her neck, “We’re home. I need to get you inside. I’m gonna take you. Hold tight.”

Chapter 15

Mary

Once again he’s carrying me like I weigh nothing. He’s moving so swiftly I’m afraid he’s going to kick down his own front door.

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