Page 78 of My Rival for Christmas

Nate watches me for a beat. Then, “Take off my hoodie.”

It’s actually my hoodie now.But I don’t correct him as I do as instructed, pulling the warm clothing over my head, tossing it over my shoulders. My nipples instantly harden, either from the cold or Nate’s concentrated stare. “Now your pants.”

Again, I comply. Hoping I look sexier than I feel as I wrestle with leggings that practically feel suctioned to my legs. Once they’re off, joining my hoodie somewhere behind me, I start to sink back down to my knees, but Nate’s thumb pressing under my chin stops me. “You’re not done yet, baby. I want those panties off, too. I want you stripped and bare, every inch of you for me to see.”

I inhale, the sound full of wants and needs, swirling with the desire that’s pooling inside me. I’ve held myself back in shackles for so long, constantly overthinking every detail of my life that it’s nice to give over that control. To have someone else take the reins.

I never thought that I’d like it so much, giving up control, but my body is already buzzing, trying to predict what Nate’s going to instruct next, as I slowly roll my wet panties down my legs.

His eyes trace my movements as I go, making it feel like his hands are the ones gliding down my legs instead of my own.

I think I only like this so much because it’s with Nate. Because I know he’s going to take care of me. Just like he always has.

The trust we spent almost fifteen years building isn’t as broken as I originally thought. A little damaged, maybe, but nothing that isn’t already repairing itself. Rebuilding into something stronger, something lasting.

Something to fortify our love.

Once I’m naked and standing before him, Nate starts to stroke his cock. Long, slow strokes as he drinks me in. My clit throbs under his fervor and my thighs start to rub together, searching for friction.

Nate hones in on my movements. “Stop moving,” he orders.

My legs instantly halt, and I whimper at the faint relief it provided, mourning its loss. “Nate.”

“Do you want to please me?” His voice is low and full of want. “Do you want to show me how sorry you are for leaving me in agony for so long?”

My eyes dart to the straining erection between us, his hand still tugging it.

I nod, licking my lips.

Nate curses, stepping closer to grab my hair again, tightening his hold to redirect my gaze so it’s back on him.

“Say it,” he commands in a guttural, almost starved tone.

“I love you.” My heart jumps, an electrical current consuming me. “More than anything, Nate, I love you.”

His dark eyes are hooded as he watches me, lust and love tangling together. “Then prove it,” he orders, he dares. “Get on your knees and prove it.”

A small, sinful smile pulls at my lips as I obey.

With pleasure.

Licking my palm so it’s good and wet, I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft. Warm and hard under my grip, I give it a light squeeze.

Nate’s groan fills the room, pulling from somewhere deep inside his chest as I start to move my hand in slow strokes. Tugging it like he did. Teasing him as the slit in his dick continues to leak. It covers more and more of my hand with every pass, until I grow too curious not to taste.

Leaning forward, my tongue darts out and swirls around the slit. A moan vibrates the back of my throat at the salty, almost sweet taste that greets me.

I start to pull away, when the grip in my hair tightens.

“I didn’t know you were such a cocktease, Princess.” He places a hand on top of mine, taking control of my movements as he outlines the shape of my lips with his leaking dick. “You need to do better to earn my forgiveness.” Coating me in his pre-cum, he orders, “Open your mouth.”

With a heady strum powering my chest, I do as instructed, as Nate slowly pushes his length past my lips. Filling my mouth in the most delicious way. I moan around his shaft.

“This is how you taste me, Paige,” he instructs, raspy and needy. “Letting me fill your whole mouth until your pussy gets jealous.” One of his hands caresses my face before grabbing my throat. “Now suck.”

I hum, my arousal consuming me. From the pressure at my neck to the feel of him inside me. It’s overwhelming and intoxicating and consuming.

My knees spread further apart on the pile of blankets, the wood floor hard underneath them, as I grip the back of his strong thighs and follow his orders.

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