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“Mia, do you realize you just madeallmy teenage fantasies come true? Plus,Iam your Christmas present, naughty girl.”
On that, he slides down my body, peppering my shivering skin with hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses.
“You taste so fucking good, baby. Shit, I can’t wait to have you cream all over my face. I sucked on my finger after I made you cum, tasted likefuckingheaven.”
I am turned on like never before in my entire goddamn life.Fuckingout of my mind with desire. Writhing and fighting to hold in my moans.
“Fuck, naughty girl, you need to keep quiet or daddy will have to hold your mouth for you again.”
Daddy? Fucking ‘daddy’?!My inner walls ripple under the assault of a small orgasm.
“Fuck, baby. Did you just fucking come from me talking to you dirty? You’re such a bad, bad girl. That’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He takes my mouth in a ravaging kiss, his huge hands kneading my sensitive breasts and pinching and rolling my hard nipples. I whimper into his mouth, and he wedges one thick thigh between mine, giving me the friction I crave. Then he returns his journey down south, spending a good amount of time sucking, licking and gently biting my tits. Barrett’s relentless mouth travels down my belly, his tongue plunging in my belly button. He kisses my mound, my inner thighs and the insides of my knees. By the time his tongue finally, finally reaches my slit, I’m putty in his hands. Barrett takes all his time French-kissing my wet, swollen folds. Making sweet love to my cunt with his expert mouth. I’m getting so wet, it’s embarrassing. And the sounds of my sex and his hungry mouth drive me fucking insane. The way he licks and sucks in my clit is simply fabulous. The thorough lapping of my inner lips mind-blowing.Fuck. This man. Eating pussy like it’s his lifelong passion.Merry Fucking Christmas to me!
Courting
MIA
Elevenfuckinghours, Lord! When the plane finally lands, I grab my backpack and carry-on and speed-walk in direction of customs. It’s Tuesday morning so the lines are not bad. Things go just as fast at the conveyor belt. My suitcase arrives in no time. I rush out of arrivals, already pulling out my phone to order a ride-share, when a voice I’d recognize anywhere calls for me.
“Mia!”
My eyes fly from my cell phone screen to search the crowd, and I almost swoon when I see Barrett standing there. Tall, broad and beaming. Looking like an oasis after days of not seeing him and the long cross-Atlantic flight. I bring my hands to my face, shaking my head, then advance toward him. Once I reach Barrett, we stand toe to toe, drowning into each other’s gazes, silly enamored grins on our faces. Not touching, not kissing or even embracing like other couples are doing around us. Not holding hands. Just staring,eating each other up. He finally leans in and takes my mouth in a long, wet kiss, making me go weak in the knees.
“Barrett,” is all I can whisper when he lifts his head.
“Hey, naughty girl,” he replies with a smirk, trading my carry-on for a bouquet of white roses.
My eyes grow big and I giggle.
“Shush, I’m courting.”
I laugh harder, as Barrett takes hold of both my luggage and makes for the exit, throwing over his shoulder, “it’s fucking good to see you, sweetheart.” A gorgeous grin adorning his handsome face.
I trot behind him, nose buried in my flowers, and answer with a heartfelt, “same, baby.”
Barrett shakes his head, chuckling.
“What?” I inquire.
“We’re going to be one of those couples.”
“Which ones?” I cannot contain my wide smile.
“The disgustingly happy ones,” he replies, making me burst with laughter once more.
***
Turns out, my mom gave Mrs. Adam my flight details after I refused to share them with Barrett. I didn’t want him to bother with a trip to the airport on a workday, but apparently no one listens to me, and thank God for that!
When we arrive at my place, Barrett carries my luggage inside my townhouse.
I tease him, but also kind of want to know, “is this how it’s going to be? Me not lifting a finger?”
He watches me closely, before asking in a serious tone, “does your mom carry her own suitcases?”
I nod. “Point taken.”
