Page 43 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

He can ask me to do anything in that voice that flows like warm whiskey, and it’d be hard for me to say no.

But I stall as I reach behind me.

“Holly, I didn’t hear you.”

“I…yes.”

“Yes, what?” Noel says against my neck.

My whole body is blushing. “Yes…I can spread for you.”

Pure hot desire rolls through my body, arrowing right to my clit, as I reach back and spread my ass cheeks.

“Good girl.”

His praise makes my belly drop to the floor. The effect of the humiliation deliciously heats my blood,

Noel slowly massages the underside of my ass and lays the butt plug against my ass cheeks. He holds it there for a moment, so the plug takes on my body’s warmth. It grows from cool to warm. “Arch towards me, Holly. Yes, exactly like that. Good girl.”

My body tenses as the silicone is worked into my ass.

“Breathe Holly. You can take this for me.”

I will myself to relax, bearing down.

“There, a little bit more,” Noel encourages.

The stretch of my most private flesh is almost painful. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Be a good girl for me and take this plug.”

I exhale, feel Noel work the rest of the plug in, and my body adjusts to the snug fit.

“So pretty,” Noel gives the plug a gentle pull.

“Are you wagging my tail?”

“Yes, I am.”

I laugh.

“You please me, Holly.” Noel wiggles the plug back and forth, and my inner muscles stretch with it.

I moan low in my throat. The sensations from the plug send a tingle through me.

He swallows my moan and kisses me slowly with determination.

I could spend all day kissing this man. His lips fit against mine perfectly. I kiss him back, striving to match his intensity. I want him to know that I want this a hundred percent. I’m on board with whatever he wants to do with a plug in my ass.

He breaks off the kiss. My lips are swollen and kind of numb.

“Beautiful, Holly. You taste so sweet. Every time I kiss you, it feels like I’m falling into a vat of goodness.” He strokes my hair, and I mewl.

He comes around the table so he’s in front of me, and I see him slide his hand into his pocket, pulling out the little gold bullet vibe.

“You didn’t think I had forgotten this, did you?” He smirks.

“I thought I left that on your dresser.”

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