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I flick the button on the range.
She twirls out of my path. “Bad Santa, sit your ass over there. Or better yet, set two places at that huge dining room table.”
I cover the distance between her in a select few steps, pressing her against the shiny quartz counter. My groin strains between us as I reach behind Gina, cupping and kneading her backside.
“We have to eat, Santino.”
“Ihave to eat.” I lift her and plant her hard onto the smooth surface. “You’re not pregnant. You’re not eating for two, but we can fix that.”
Though I'd been excited when Gina finally took the test this afternoon, I’ll make it my mission to impregnate her one day. As I nip at Gina’s neck, she laughs.
“Yes, Santino, we can fix that. After you learn to stop throwing your weight around.”
My fingers slide beneath the seam of her undies and slither over her sex.
“Oh, dammit, Dirty Santa,” she groans. Expertly, Gina summits to the thrusts of my fingers with the swivel of her hips. “Santi, I’m trying to cook . . .”
“Then just a quick fuck, Bella.” I plant my mouth over hers, ceasing her pleading. “I’ll start with dessert.”
I drop to my knees, pushing her panties to the side. As I’m working my tongue along her slit, I tilt my head upward to watch Gina writhe and arch. My palms slide over her navel, then control her breasts, gently squeezing the plump globes before tugging her nipples. The combination of my hands and mouth makes Gina hiss through her teeth. My tongue works expertly over her clitoris, stimulating and unleashing a quick orgasm.
“You feel so good, smell so fucking good.” I groan against her throbbing lips, lapping at her wet walls.
While her fingers grip at my hair, she struggles to scream my name and rotates her hips. I leave her breasts, mouth not missing an inch of her pussy, as my hand searches on the countertop. My fingers graze across the chilled glass of lemonade she was having while cooking. I drink it down.
“Santino!” Gina shouts, hoarse, tiny hands gripping my hair back to her sex.
“Shhh . . . I’m not done making love to you, Bella. You were so close to losing control,” I say in a voice soft as silk. “You will be soon.”
With an ice cube clenched between my teeth, I reach down between her thighs. Unaware, Gina sucks in air as her pussy draws in the ice cube. Standing up, I drop my hands on her hips. There’s a quizzical, sultry look in her eyes. My mouth coated in her juicy fluids drops on her mouth, and I kiss her. I push the panties back over her sex, massaging at the thin material covering her slit.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom, Bella.”
57
Gina
Having the ice melting within the walls of my sex was becoming delectable torture. My walls had started to convulse around it until the chilly bit of coldness dissolved. By the time we reach the bedroom, trickles of nectar and water stream down the inside of my thigh. The luxurious room is soft, creamy tan colors with shiny embellishments.
Daintily, I step out of the panties. My toes tickle by the fur rug as I stuff my lacy undies into Santino’s mouth. His dark eyes dance in delicious amazement. I might not have any stripper moves, but I square my shoulders. Voice lush, I command, “Santino, I own this moment; thank you very much.”
My palms push at his chest. With a little effort, his muscular frame moves backward until he sits at the edge of the bed. I help him from his cotton lounge pants, discarding them over my shoulder. Though I’m not soliciting any dance moves, I keep my eyes on his. The sultry, kinky thoughts in my mind are thick between us. Just holding his eye contact makes me feel erotic.
I grab his thick cock like my name is written all over it and suck him in. While I bob up and down, slurping him deeper, one hand kneads his heavy balls. My mouth is wet and slick, taking him in long strokes before swirling around the veiny ridge and slipping back down.
Santino’s breathing is labored as I hunger for his cum. He tangles his fist into my hair, and I relax my throat, though taking himallin is a battle I will forever lose. When Santino is almost at the brink of no turning back, I remove my mouth from around him.
“Oh, fuck,” he murmurs in a low groan.
I run my hand along his strong jaw and express verbatim what he’d said in the kitchen.“Santino, you were so close to losing control. You will be soon.”
Santino meets my lips in a kiss that could stop time. Our tongues twirl in passion as I climb onto him. Plunging, I hiss past my parted lips. Fire scorches over the surface of our bodies as I ride his dick like a jockey. I’m pushing his powerful body, pulling at his taut muscles. I’m fucking him, using him like my own fuck toy. I groan, “I’m cummming hard.”
Santino grips my hips, standing to his feet. My body’s tossed in the air like this is the main act in a packed-out circus tent.
“I’m gonna kill this pussy.” The threat obscures into pants and groans as Santino’s tongue attacks my clit. Then he brings me down, our bodies brushing titillatingly slow. My hardened nipples stroking along his chest as Santino leverages me over his dick. In one fellow swoop, his cock has assaulted my cervix. I gain leverage around his hips. He removes his hands, and I’m riding him, no help required. I throw my head back, arms looped around him, fucking him like an animal.
He reaches between us, his thumb swirling around my pleasure button.
