Page 40 of Dark Christmas
“You like that?” he whispers against my ear, his fingers working their magic. I bite back another moan, my heart racing, the heat between us growing with every second.
His other hand slips under my shirt, fingers sliding beneath the cups of my bra, rubbing my breasts, my nipples hardening under his touch. I let out a shaky breath as his hands work me over, teasing and coaxing every reaction out of me like he knows my body better than I do.
He drops to his knees, his hands gripping my hips, holding me steady. His lips move closer, brushing against the inside of my thighs, teasing me, making me wait for it. I gasp as he kisses higher, his lips soft and firm, my legs trembling in anticipation.
“Melor,” I whisper, barely holding it together.
He smirks, and then finally spreads me open, his tongue flicking out to taste me. The sensation sends me reeling—soft, wet, and just the right amount of pressure. He starts slow, licking up and down, teasing the most sensitive part of me with the tip of his tongue before circling it, driving me crazy.
I moan as his tongue works its magic, alternating between soft, torturous licks, and deep, hungry strokes.
It’s perfect, and I’m losing control fast.
He slips a finger into me, and a whole new level of pleasure takes hold. His tongue doesn’t stop, keeps working my clit with expert precision, while his finger moves inside, curling just right. Everynerve in my body feels like it’s on fire, and he knows exactly what he’s doing.
I’m so close, right on the edge, and he knows it. He slows down, making me squirm, and then pulls back just enough to speak.
“Ask for it.”
My breath catches, and I don’t hesitate.
“Please... I need it, right now.”
He licks me harder, faster, pushing me over the edge, and I come so hard I can’t even think, my entire body trembling, thighs clenching around him. I gasp, the pleasure overwhelming, and he grins as he stands, licking his lips.
“You taste delicious,” he growls, his voice rough with hunger. “I could eat that perfect pussy all damn day.”
I’m still riding the high, but I’m not done. Not even close. My hand reaches for his pants, undoing them quickly, pulling out his cock. It’s long, thick, and hard in my hand, the weight of it heavy in my palm. I admire it for a second, feeling it twitch under my touch, before guiding him closer.
“I need you deep inside me,” I say, my voice dripping with need as I place him right at my entrance, teasing him just like he teased me.
I rub myself with the head of his cock, loving how it feels grazing against me. His breath hitches, and I smirk, dragging it out for a moment longer. But then, just when I’m about to keep playing, he takes charge, grabbing his cock by the base and slipping it inside.
I moan instantly, my hips squirming. “More,” I beg, “Please, more.”
His eyes darken with that familiar hunger, and he doesn’t hold back. He gives me what I want, pushing deeper, stretching me out, filling me in that way only he can. I gasp, my nails gripping his arms as he glides all the way in. He feels so good, filling me so perfectly.
“God, you feel so fucking amazing,” he groans, his voice low and husky. He starts bucking into me, hard and deep, and I can’t help the sounds that escape my lips. The way he moves, how he takes control, is so sexy I can’t contain myself.
“You like that?” he murmurs, his words a little sweeter than usual, catching me by surprise. “You’re so perfect, wrapped around me.”
I gasp, my body trembling under his control, every word sinking in.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his tone softer than usual, but still dripping with that dirty edge. “You’re taking me so well. I could stay inside you forever.”
My heart races, and I can barely catch my breath. “Melor...” I manage to whisper.
He thrusts harder, gripping my hips. “You’re mine. You know that, right? You belong to me.”
I moan again, feeling myself falling apart as his words push me even closer.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans, his voice sweet and sultry. “Come for me. Let go. I want to feel you.”
His pace never slows, driving me right to the brink, and I know it’s only a matter of seconds before I shatter completely.
I can feel it building, the tension in my body coiling tighter with each of his relentless thrusts. His cock fills me perfectly, hitting all the right spots, but it’s not just that—it’s the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the only thing in his world right now. His grip on my hips tightens, and I can barely hold back.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he whispers, his lips brushing my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “I can feel you. Let go, baby. I want to see you come for me.”