Page 60 of My Rival for Christmas

“You can fix the mess you created,” she hisses, flexing her hips into my face.

I bury my head into her hip bone, biting her skin through the worn fabric, before teasing, “Someone’s gotten a little impatient.”

In one swift motion, I pull the sweats down to her ankles, and Paige kicks them off. Leaving her only in her emerald green panties.

A soaked, dripping stain greets me as my shoulders spread her thighs apart.

I groan. Deep and guttural. That’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen. I can’t stop myself as I drag my tongue up her covered slit. Moaning at the sweet taste exploding on my tongue.

Fuuuuck.

She tastes so fucking good. Like the sweetest dessert at the holiday feast. It’s taking everything I have not to bury my face in her pussy now.

Still, I steal another taste.

Paige moans so loud, I’m afraid she’s going to cause an avalanche, using her hands to push my face harder into her folds, demanding more.

“Did I do that in your dream?” I peer up at her, lazily running a finger over the ruined fabric, feeling it get wetter with every pass.

Paige shakes her head, her lip bitten in blissed agony.

“Words, Paige. I need your words if you want me to behave.”

“No,” she breathes out, as I continue stroking, pressing harder into her folds with every swipe. “My—my underwear was gone.”

“Good.” My finger shines in the early morning light with her arousal. Paige watches me with hooded eyes as I stick the finger in my mouth.

“Do I taste good?” She’s propped up on her elbows, watching me.

Pulling the finger out, I lean up and use it to trace her lips. Coating her with both of us. “You taste so fucking good, baby, I can’t wait to make a mess of you on my tongue.”

Hertongue darts out, licking at the trail I left behind, and I see her underwear darken.

“Who knew you were such a dirty girl?” I whisper to her, my words rough with desire, running my hand along the hem of her panties.

“Actually, want to know a secret?” I peel them off, feeling Paige’s rapt attention on me as I bring the ruined fabric to my face, inhaling her scent before sucking the part with her arousal into my mouth. She moans, sounding strangled. “I always did.”

I’m sure I didn’t do that in her dream last night either, but there’s no harm in giving Paige more material for her next one. I have to earn my keep as her sex dream muse. Can’t have me losing my spot to someone like her emotional support vampire.

“Oh, God,” she chokes at the sight.

“What did I do next, Paige?” My voice is like sandpaper as I toss the underwear behind me.

“You, uh, pushed my thighs to the side, gripping them tightly with your hands, before pushing them up to my chest.”

I do as instructed, groaning at the sight of her wet, swollen pussy practically crying for my attention. “Like this?”

Paige swallows, then nods. She’s so turned on right now. From the way her lust-filled eyes watch me, to the flush that paints her entire body. She’s reaching her breaking point. I can’t wait to make her fall, with my name echoing on her lips.

“What next?” My balls feel heavy, cock straining. Turned on to a million right now.

“You used your tongue,” she struggles to get out, just as keyed up as I am. “And teeth.”

“Was I gentle?”

Paige shakes her head, mouth slightly open.

Thank fuck.

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