Page 61 of My Rival for Christmas

“You ate me out like I was your favorite meal,” Paige rasps, fevered demands in her liquid eyes.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m starving, then.” Unable to wait any longer, I run my tongue up her slit, her taste exploding on my tongue, and thoughts of teasing her any further leave. “Permission to eat you out until you forget everything but my name, Princess?” I flick her swollen bud with my tongue.

“Granted,” she cries, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“Grab the headboard, then, baby.”

Paige immediately reaches behind her, grabbing two of the wood slats.

“Good girl.” I bite the inside of her leg.

Without taking my eyes off her, I run the flat of my tongue up her slit. One long, slow stroke.

Paige tightens her grip around the headboard, arching her back off the bed. Pushing into her legs, I keep her body just like that as I go back for another stroke. Then another, humming around every taste.

She said in her dream I ate her out like she was my favorite meal, but I want her to be my only meal. Morning, noon, and night.

And not just because of her taste, which is sweet and intoxicating and delicious, but for all the things that make up Paige. Her sass, her humor, her high-strung attitude and anxious thoughts.

I want it all. I want her in my life again. I want her to never leave. I want this to be our every day. I want to make her happy and help her forget her troubles. I want to give her so much. More than I’ve ever wanted anything for myself.

Paige cries and squirms and rolls her hips at a maddening pace as I impale her with my tongue, grazing her clit with my teeth.

I flick and suck and taste at a relentless demand. My hard cock ruts into the mattress in tempo with my lapping strokes.

Worshipping her. Ruining her.

Her moans get louder, her cries becoming more unhinged.

Maybe wehavefallen into another dimension because I forget the world outside as I get lost in her. Nothing else matters—not the cabin or the snow or the holiday. Nothing exists for me outside of making Paige scream, of driving her to absolute pleasure. Of making sure the only word that remains in her brain is my name.

“Is this like your dream, Princess?” I swirl my tongue around her clit.

“Better,” she cries, shimmying this way and that to get me back to where she wants me.

I am nothing but her humble servant, willing to oblige.

At some point, I feel Paige’s fingers twine into my hair, pulling me closer. I push against her legs, my fingers biting into her skin as she trembles under my tongue.

“Nate.” Paige’s eyes are squeezed tight, head thrown back against the mattress. “Nate, I need to come.”

Her hips become more erratic, losing all sense of rhythm, grinding into my face with a frantic desperation.

Picking my head up, I wait until she looks at me. Her arousal is all over my face. “Say please first, Princess.”

Her nostrils flare, and I can’t help but feel like I got something right.

“Let me hear how much you want it,” I add.

“Please, Nate. Let me come. I have been such a good girl for you.”

Fuck. My cock is practically weeping.

The wordsgood girlsound too fucking sweet coming from Paige’s graceful lips. “You’ve been the best girl,” I agree. “And you know what they say about the best girls, Paige?”

“What?” Her eyes flutter as I press my thumb into her clit.

“The best girls get to come the hardest.”

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