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Lazily he plays with my breasts, pushing them together as he sucks on one and then the other. Pleasure shoots through me, and I want to cry out. His fingers slide lower, dipping into my panties.
“Oh, James. Please. Yes.” He sucks on my nipple and pushes one finger inside. My head falls back off the sofa, and I nearly fall apart.
“Yes, sugarplum, tell me. Do you like that?”
“Yes. I need more.”
“Good girl. So damn good. You’re not going to come yet. I want you to come on my tongue first.” He pulls his finger from my panties, and I’m devastated. Grabbing the edge of his shirt, he lifts it off. Popping off the sofa, he spins me so I’m sitting on it with my ass barely on the edge. Gripping my panties, he yanks them off, and then he tosses my legs over his shoulders.
“I want to taste something else so sweet.” Dipping his head down, he slices my pussy wide with the broadside of his tongue. Like a magic tool, the man works my clit, and I’m screaming and coming when he pushes two fingers into my tight hole.
“So tight, my little pervert. Are you…” I blush and duck my head. In a blur of frenzied movements, James strips out of his clothes, returning down onto me completely naked. He doesn’t need the answer because it’s obvious. We move to the middle of the floor just next to the Christmas tree and the fireplace. It’s lit up beautifully, but it’s the man in front of me that couldn’t be more beautiful.
If I thought he was hot with his towel on; without it, he’s a perfect male specimen. From his dark hair to his nicely trimmed stubble on his chiseled jaw, down to his broad shoulders, well-defined chest and abs, killer calves and thighs—but that damn monster in the middle is a whole other thing.
His cock is just insane the way it defies gravity and yet it’s huge, pointing right at me, warning me that I’m next and going to be in trouble. My pussy is going to be demolished by that beast. Still, I want it—I want to touch it, taste it, feel it on me, in me. I’m so horny that every single nerve ending in my body is demanding the need for release.
“Time to tell me to stop,” James says with his cock pressing at my entrance. I don’t say anything. My reply consists of my hips rolling onto his tip, sending it inside. “Fuck, you’re playing dirty, little girl. Be careful. We’re going to take it slow so I don’t hurt you.” His mouth latches onto my throat, sucking and kissing me until I feel him rocking in and out, each stroke pushing deeper and deeper.
“Wow. Oh, shit.” Damn, the towel hid a lot.
“Relax, my sweet little Holiday.”
“You’re so big.”
“You can take it. Just breathe.” He doesn’t stop and I don’t want him to because I need this. God, do I need this.
“Yes, James.” I cling to his biceps and tip my head back. He grunts and dips his head, pressing his mouth against the column of my throat. Slowly he bites and licks my skin while his hips thrust into me.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy. Every little moan, every whimper has me on edge.” How did he take away the pain so easily? I’m almost there, and then he slips his hand in between us and finds my clit, strumming it until I can’t catch my breath and my orgasm rips through my body. The feeling is completely different than when I’m alone. There is something about all his strength surrounding my small frame that adds to the intensity, bottling up pressure between my legs until I explode.
“James,” I scream, finding my air and sound. “Shit. I’m coming, so good.” I can feel my pussy dripping all over him.
“That’s my girl. Come so prettily. There you go. Fuck, I’m going to fill you up.” He grips my hips harder than before and I smile. James lets out several deep grunts and moans while drills into me as I fall into a blissful haze, pussy throbbing out the last shivers, and then I feel him jerk inside of me, filling me with his seed.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He kisses me so hard with a possessiveness while pumping into me as if he’s making sure his filling stays where he put it. “You’re mine.” He wraps me up in his arms, and we cuddle next to the tree.
Chapter Twelve
James
The sun is up, and Holiday stares out my window at her home in her panties and my dress shirt from last night. The morning light shines like a halo around her, making her glow, and I bask in her beauty for a moment and try to avoid that moment of sadness. Still, I take a picture on my phone because she looks ethereal.
I figure this is the time to cheer her up a bit, so I run over to the tree and grab one of the gifts from under it. Sidling up behind her, I slip my arms around her waist with my present in hand. “Merry Christmas, sugarplum.”
“You got me something?”
“A few little somethings,” I say with a subtle shrug. She opens up the box, and it’s a beautifully handcrafted ornament I found in town that readsOur First Christmas 2023.
She spins around, and tears spring from her eyes. “This is perfect, James. I love it. Does this mean we’re going to have more?”
“All of them from here on out, sugarplum. I don’t want another one without you. I love you, Holiday.”
“I’m naïve, but that doesn't change the way I feel about you. I love you too. You came into town and accidentally stole my heart.”
“I believe you were saving it for me. How about you call your friends and have them stop by here and we can make some turkey sandwiches for lunch, so you can keep your Christmas traditions. I’m sure they’re all worried about you.”
“Really?”
