Christmas Candy(28)

I gripped the hem and yanked the fabric up, forcing her to raise her arms as I pulled the shirt away. She wore a simple white bra, the cups some sort of molded material that I didn’t give two shits for.

“Bra off now.”

“I don’t know if we should—”

“Take it off or I’m ripping it off. Choice is yours.”

Fear sparked in her eyes and then a heat that I’d hoped existed under her demure façade. She kicked her chin up a notch in challenge. I smiled. She was a wildcat. She just didn’t know it until that moment.

She didn’t move, so I gripped the fabric between her breasts and ripped it away. The bra was a ruin as I pulled it from her and tossed it to the floor. Her breasts were free, and the momentum I had to completely strip her ceased. All I could see were the two tear drop mounds with erect nipples pointing right at me, begging to be in my mouth.

I pushed her back roughly and palmed one while I tongued the other. I groaned against her, the taste of her skin smooth and sweet. Opening my mouth wide, I took as much of her in as I could. Her nipple teased against my tongue, and I slid it out and snared it between my teeth.

She moaned and arched into me as I bit down on her, my hand kneading her other breast. Her hands were in my hair, her nails digging into my scalp as I sampled her. I switched, getting a taste of both before kissing down her stomach. Her skin trembled beneath me, soft and taut at the same time.

I grazed my teeth around her belly button and down to the waist of her jeans. They were half zipped from what she’d been doing earlier behind the door. The memory of her soft sighs had me ravenous. I gripped the jeans at her hips and yanked, pulling them and her panties down in a smooth jerk. She yelped.

“Fuck, Jess.” It was all I could say once I saw her glistening slit. It was perfect with a light covering of damp curls.

With her knees still together, I dug the tip of my tongue into the top of her cleft. She bucked, but I gripped her hips hard so she couldn’t escape me. I would never let her go, not now that I finally had a taste.

“No one’s ever done this to you before?” I asked and ran my tongue even deeper, grazing her clit.

She squealed. “No, never!”

Pride swelled inside me that she’d given me this gift. And no one else would ever taste the sweetness I just found. Every last bit of it was mine.

I ripped her jeans and panties the rest of the way down and kissed her ankle, up her calf, her knee, and finally up the creamy expanse of her thigh. When I got close to her wet pussy, I forced myself to work up her other leg first. She deserved the full treatment, and I wanted to sample every last bit of her skin. When I was done, there wouldn’t be a place on her body that didn’t bear the brand of my mouth.

As I slowly kissed back up her other leg, she let out a series of high moans with each breath. I loved her sounds. I was going crazy to bury my face in her, but I slowed down and pushed her thighs apart.

When met with faint resistance, I growled, “Spread your legs.”

She relaxed and gave herself up to me. My big hands looked hot as fuck against her smooth, perfect thighs. She whimpered as I spread her further and breathed on her pussy. Her pink folds were understated and covered in her honey. I was starving for it.

“You afraid, Jess?” I played my tongue over her, barely touching her plump flesh.

She squirmed and dug her hands into my scalp. “No.”

“Do you want this?” I ghosted my tongue along her again. Her hips lifted to me but I backed away. I wanted her to tell me, though denying myself was making my cock painfully hard.

“Yes.” Barely a whisper.

“Tell me, Jess. Use the words. Tell me exactly what you want.” I darted my tongue against her clit, and it took everything I had to stop myself from fastening my mouth to her.

“I want you t-to—”

I moved my palms closer to her pussy and massaged the sensitive skin in the hollow of her thigh. “What, baby? Tell me what.”

I wanted her wild. I wanted the shy girl who wouldn’t meet my eyes gone. I wanted this wildcat in her place. I licked with just a bit more pressure, teasing against her clit.

She moaned. “I want you to eat my pussy and make me come.”

Her words were like a shot of pure adrenaline, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.





Jess





My eyes rolled back in my head as an explosion of sensation rocketed up from my pussy. Michael had teased me into a frenzy but now the tease was over. His mouth was hot and his tongue was as nimble as it was wicked. I used to think that nothing on earth could feel better than a vibrator. I was wrong. So wrong.

He licked from my entrance to my clit in several long strokes and I couldn’t stop the moans that welled up inside me. His mouth was electric and I jumped at every touch. His hands were spread along my inner thigh, spreading me so that I was wide open to him.