Page 49 of Christmas Candy

She stood in front of me, her hands on her hips but her eyes glued to my cock. She licked her lips. “I can’t do this. Not with your mom here.”

I gripped her wrists and yanked her down. She yelped as her knees hit the floor.

“Everything okay?” Jess’ Aunt Carrie called.

“Fine.” Jess and I said in unison.

She lowered her voice and looked up at me, her big blue eyes luminous. “You’re a very bad man, Mr. Williams.” Running her hands up my thighs, she licked the head of my cock.

My hips thrusted up at the contact. Her mouth, all of her, was electric. She took me to the back of her throat in one smooth movement.

“Fucking hell, wildcat. AndI’mthe bad one?”

She dug her nails into my thighs and criss-crossed her tongue along the bottom of my shaft. Then she got to work, bobbing on my cock with slippery sounds. Her tongue was velvet on me and I stifled a groan as my cock stiffened even more from her attentions.

I put a hand in her hair, but she knocked it away.

She slid me out of her mouth. “I have to look presentable when I open that door.”

I growled and pulled her up, putting her on my lap so she straddled me.

She placed her hands on my chest, her fingernails digging into her own name inked over my heart.

“Be my good little slut and let me fuck that tight pussy.”

“Michael,” she gasped.

I claimed her mouth, her breath sweet with orange juice, and ran my hands up her skirt. She was wearing some sort of lacy panties. I gripped the sides and tugged, ripping them off her and slinging them to the floor, before palming her pussy. She moaned as I stroked down her wet flesh, my fingers teasing her clit.

My cock twitched, desperate to feel every inch of her slick wetness. I sank two fingers inside her tight pussy before withdrawing them and putting them in her mouth. She licked my fingers clean as I used my other hand to position my tip at her entrance. One thrust and I was deep inside her, bliss coating my cock as I lay back.

“Ride me, wildcat. Get off on my cock. I want to see you.” I laced my hands behind my head as she began working up and down on my shaft. She was invested in her own pleasure now. I could tell from the way her lids were at half mast.

“Bad man,” she panted and spread her legs wider, getting every bit of friction.

“Lift your skirt. Show me that pretty pussy. I want to see you touch yourself.”

She threw her head back, exhaling to the ceiling and giving herself over to me, to us. She pulled up her skirt with one hand and teased at her clit with the other. I groaned as she rose and fell while I pumped into her, my cock demanding more and more of her.

Fuck, she was so beautiful. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders and her tits bounced under the white dress with each impact. I resisted the urge to grip the front of the material and rip it in two … barely.

“I’m close.” She met my eyes.

I smirked. She was in a hurry. I’d let her have it quickly, but only because we had guests. I loved taking my time with her, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible.

Moving my hands to her hips, I forced her into a faster rhythm. I gripped the hand at her pussy and brought it to my lips, licking her honey from them as she moaned. Then I put her hand back, keeping my fingers on top of hers as she swirled and rubbed her hard nub.

My load crept up my shaft as her movements grew more erratic. Her hips bucked, her pussy spasming.

A knock at the door and then my mother’s voice. “Jess, dear, we have to get going.”

“I’m coming!” Jess cried as her hips froze and her pussy clamped down on me.

“Okay.” A loud cough. “I’ll, ah, I’ll take the girls downstairs and wait for you in the limo.”

I bit back my yell as I shot inside Jess, coating her pussy with me as we stared into each other’s eyes. Her brow was pinched and she bit her lip to try and stay quiet. I slammed her hips down onto me, keeping her still as I emptied out my last bit of spend deep into her.

“Fuck me,” she whispered and rolled off me, lying on her back and panting.

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