Page 81 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“That’s my sweet Dixie. Here we go.”

The evil brush, which she’d never look at the same way again, descended over and over, without pause, as he meted out the remaining four swats. She stood motionless, taking them, although she couldn’t say she did so quietly. A wail of pleasure-pain rose from her chest while crack after crack descended on her quivering cheeks.

Her punishment complete, the brush landed on the cushion beside her. The next moment his hands spread her thighs further apart and his mouth came over down upon her. Yet not on her backside; rather, his lips and tongue were busily stoking the fire between her thighs as he gorged himself on her pussy.

She was a lick away from coming, when he stopped.

“Kyle, no, please!” she cried out, but the clink of his belt and the rasp of his zipper told her he wasn’t nearly done. Then he adjusted her feet, his legs supporting her own as he drove deep with a long powerful thrust. Her head flew back, her hair coming free from its carefully done twist.

She was beyond caring, not with his fingers threading into the thick curls at her nape as he gently pulled her upright, his free arm curving diagonally along her belly until his palm cupped her breast. He angled her head and took her mouth at the same time he started driving up inside her, each stroke powering into her as the breath-stealing vibrations of being taken by Kyle Prescott, the crush of her teenage years, the star of her erotic dreams, and now, the man who she loved—and she planned to tell him as much when she could form coherent thoughts—rippled deliciously through her body.

Another pulse-racing surge inside her brought her close, and she moaned that she was into his mouth. As he drove relentlessly into her body, she flew apart in his arms. A spiral of beautiful colors surrounded her as she drifted down to earth, while the groan in her ear—low, deep, and incredibly sexy—told her that he had found it too, as did his body tensing, his arms tightening around her waist, and the fingers flexing in her hair.

His thrusts soon slowed to a glide, gently easing in and out of her until minutes later, when they were both relaxed and breathing normally again, he stopped. He tugged firmly on her hair, which brought her face up to his. As their lips touched, she opened her eyes and gazed into primrose blue orbs flecked with navy and specks of lighter blue.

“Better?”

“Huh?”

He laughed softly. “I was referring to your little freak-out earlier, but I’ll take that as ayes.” His mouth met hers ever so lightly. “While I’d rather stay here and make love to you all night, my family is anxious to meet you.”

And though that thought should have shot her straight to panic mode again, she was too sated, tingling delightfully in more places than she could count. “We’re going to be late, aren’t we?”

“Afraid so.”

“They’ll know why as soon as we walk in,” she predicted in the same sleepy voice.

His eyes rose to her hair before scanning slowly down her face. “You’re tousled and flushed, and your makeup is smudged. So, yes, I’m afraid most of the adults will suspect.”

She shifted in his arms slightly, feeling every inch of his possession. “I need to do repairs, I suppose.”

“In a moment,” he said, gliding in once again, with his still hard cock. “You look well loved, sweetheart, and I want you to keep that feeling with you all night.”

“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

“Good. If those insecurities start to rear their ugly heads tonight, I want you to taste me on your kiss-tender lips, feel my hand in the lingering heat on your backside, or in the ache my cock created deep inside, and know that even if I’m out of reach for the moment, I’m always with you. Got me?”

“Oh, honey, that’s the sweetest thing ever.”

“Hm, if the spanking and fucking I just gave you were only sweet, I need to work on my technique.”

“No,” she cried abruptly. “Your technique is perfect. The spanking stung like fire, especially that brush, and I hope you only reserve that for especially bonehead moments on my part, because… Ouch! Having you inside me made my body quiver and ache, and your kisses made my brain go off line so that I forgot what I was worrying about. All of it was hot and made my legs weak. What was sweet was the sentiment.”

After lowering his mouth to take hers one more time, he helped her stand, and as she did, she felt all those things he wanted her to and would for the next several hours, probably into tomorrow. She also felt the warmth of his essence on her thighs.

“I need to clean up.” She laid her palms on his cheeks as she stretched for another kiss.

“Hurry now. And while you do that, I’ll give Lucy her Christmas Eve treat.”

“What’s that?” she asked, walking backward slowly to her room, so she could see what he’d brought her little devil.

He pulled a can from his discarded coat and held it up. “Tuna.”

“No wonder she loves you best.”

“How could she not? I think Miss Lucy here is an excellent judge of character. Youdon’t give her enough credit; she chose you, didn’t she?”

“I suppose she did. Although I’ve had her three years and you’ve known her a few weeks. Her loyalty is in question and she’s obviously fickle.”

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