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“Please, what?”
“You know what.”
“I want to hear you say it.” The lights from the tree play across his handsome features, making him look even more like a work of art than ever. But it’s sheer wickedness that shines in his eyes that gets me. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to make me come.”
“Good girl. See? That wasn’t so hard. Next time, use your words.” He flashes a naughty grin before sliding my panties down, and I could weep with joy.
He can try all he wants, but he can’t hide how weak he is for me. His gaze drops to my pussy, eyes narrowing, and his tongue dips out onto his full bottom lip. “Fuck me, I could jerk off just looking at you like this. Splayed out under the tree like a wanton slut, as a gift meant only for me to unwrap.”
Taking himself into his hand, he strokes his cock like he’s considering finishing himself off that way. Not that I would mind. It would actually be pretty hot.
Thankfully, he’s intent on finishing the job he started, and I let out both a yelp of surprise and pleasure as he buried his face against my pussy. Like a wild animal surviving on only basic instinct, he grunts, and growls. Like the very smell and taste of me leaves him unhinged.
That alone intensifies my arousal. It also doesn’t hurt that the man knows what he’s doing, driving me to the brink of insanity with every skillful lap and dip of his tongue inside my channel. I lift my hips, silently begging for more, and he takes the hint as he replaces his tongue with his fingers, using two at a time to massage me from the inside while focusing that magic tongue of his on my clit.
“Oh, god, yes. Just like that.” The pleasure he gives me is magical and sends lightning bolts racing through me, lighting me up and setting me on fire. My gaze becomes hazy, blurry, my attention drilling down to that one single part of my body and what he’s doing to it, to me.
My muscles tighten as my entire purpose in life becomes reaching my orgasm. Nothing else matters, and it’s so close, racing through my veins, sending me higher and closer, so close. I bite my lip to stifle a scream of pleasure as the blistering heat roars inside me, and the sounds of him indulging himself like I’m some incredible gift pushes me to the very edge. Light sparks behind my eyes and goosebumps cover every inch of my flesh as the world explodes in a blinding flash of light.
“Yes! Oh, god, I’m coming, yes!” My legs close around his head, squeezing hard while I ride it out, writhing, hips bucking, and my chest heaving as I fight to breathe through the mind-numbing bliss he continues to create with his fingers still working inside me, the pressure increasing even as I ride out my high.
Instead of falling off, it goes on, dragging out until I’m afraid I’m going to shatter into a million pieces, like I’ll fall apart if this goes a second longer, while at the same time, I’d kill him if he stopped.
Eventually, though, it becomes too much. I spread my legs and pry his mouth from my center. “I can’t take anymore,” I gasp. “There are limits. Even for me.” I fall back with a sigh, staring up at the twinkling lights reflected off so many shining ornaments.
“I see I need to teach you a lesson since you still think you’re calling the shots here.” I hardly have it in me to snort in response—I’m weak, breathless, and dizzy. I don’t realize he’s going through my wrapping tools until he suddenly leans over me with a spool of ribbon in one hand.
“What are you doing?” My already racing heart picks up speed again.
“Teaching you a lesson.”
“How? What—”
“Ask one more question, and I will shove your panties into your mouth.” Not only do I sort of hate that idea, I believe he’ll do it. Therefore, there’s nothing more for me to do but give in while he winds the ribbon around the base of the tree before wrapping it around my wrists, tying them together over my head.
“Now. Make a move when you shouldn’t, and you’re bringing the whole fucking tree down on the both of us.” He leans down, brushing his nose against mine while wearing a sinfully wicked grin. “Guess you’ll have to learn to be very still; otherwise, we’re going to have a mess to clean up.”
He’s insane. That has to be it. The slightest tug and a six-foot artificial tree will come down on us or at least knock half the ornaments off. The idea of lying here naked around a bunch of broken glass doesn’t thrill me, but that’s the point. He wants total control, and now I have no option but to give it to him.
Any type of complaint slips from my mind when he takes his dripping cock into his hand, sliding it through my wetness, and I’m wet, embarrassingly wet. I bite my lip at the profound sensation, the way my body so eagerly accepts what he so willingly gives. Just like that, I’m hungry, starving for him. And did I mention that I’m completely at his mercy?
“Be a good girl, now.” He punctuates the words, the mushroom head of his cock brushes against my entrance, and I lift my hips, begging him to enter me.
“Please…” My lips tremble, and all I can think about is him sinking deep inside me. Fucking me until I can’t think about or feel anything but him. Gritting his teeth, a feral look flashes in his blue eyes, and with one thrust, he enters me, his balls press firmly against me, and we both sigh in unison. “There is nowhere I’d rather be than inside you.”
There’s nothing for me to say—besides, the fulfillment of him moving inside me sweeps away all rational thinking.
“Oh, fuck…” The words spill from my lips, my pleasure, my need, all while fighting hard to stay still when I want nothing more than to touch him, to hold him. I want to pull him close and never let him go. “Oh, god!!” I whimper.
He leans over me, his palms resting on either side of my head. “Fucking Christ. This pussy, it’s so tight and perfect, and goddamn. You’re so beautiful. An angel, absolute perfection.”
And because he can’t leave a compliment where it is. “I should leave you like this and take pictures.”
The idea—and the possibility of him making good on it—makes me jump a little before I can stop myself. The tree shakes, a soft tinkling sound filling the air as ornaments tap against each other. “Careful,” he whispers, laughing at my frustration while still thrusting. His hips piston forward, and he picks up his pace like the idea of humiliating me makes him harder.
I can’t pretend I don’t like it, any more than I can pretend I don’t feel what he’s doing to me, the way the friction as he grinds against my clit puts me right back where I was before, back to where my body is straining, with an almost desperate need for relief.
