Page 74 of Tinsel in Telluride

I press my face into her pussy and breathe in deep, scenting her like a feral animal. And when it comes to her, maybe I am.

“Luca, please.” Her voice trembles.

Fuck, I love it when she begs.

“Please what, Little Thief?”

I nip at her clothed cunt, taking her nylons between my teeth, and grind them with my canines. Not enough to tear—not yet. She might not need my words, but hers give me fucking life.

“Yes,” she moans, lifting her hips to find friction but coming up empty. “Please, I want you to make me come.”

I jerk my head, ripping the fabric with ease and moan at the sight. Her panties aren’t just emerald green lace. They’ve got a little red bow at the top, with a mistletoe charm hanging right above her clit.

“Fuck me,” I groan. “Did you wear these just for me?”

She giggles. “I might have picked them up at the Christmas market today in a moment of mania. But when I put them on this evening, it was definitely with you in mind.”

“God damn, Leigh. You can’t find your Christmas spirit and then say shit like that. I’m liable to bend you over right now and pound the daylights out of this sweet little cunt.”

“Tsk, tsk,” she clicks her tongue. “For someone who loves Christmas, I thought you’d know how mistletoes works.”

I can’t stop the growl that breaks free from my chest.

The little grinchy minx. She doesn’t even know the weight of what she’s done.

Leigh reaches down and runs her fingers through my hair. “Now be a good boy and kiss me under the mistletoe.”

My cock jolts as I utter an emphatic, “Yes, ma’am.”

Pulling the lacey fabric to the side, I part her smooth lips with two fingers and throw up a silent prayer of thanks to any and every god imaginable. Her pussy is gorgeous—pink and full and mine.

Yup, I’m pretty sure this is what my heaven looks like.

Her knees tremble as I run my tongue from bottom to top, forcing her hand to dart from my head to the railing above her for balance.

The image is even sexier than I envisioned—hands grasping the bar like it’s a lifeline, all the while keeping her lust filled gaze on me.

Holding her gaze, I suck her clit between my teeth and sink two fingers inside.

Her pussy clenches around me as she moans my name, followed by a few incoherent curses.

I hum against her skin. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight.”

“Imagine what it will feel like when it’s your dick,” Leigh whimpers.

This damn woman is trying to kill me.

And at this point, I’ll go willingly.

Hard and fast I staccato, my tongue against her clit, matching my fingers thrust for thrust.

“Oh!” she mewls and lifting her leg, she practically climbs onto my shoulders, hips thrusting in search of more friction.

“Luca!” she cries, a hint of panic in her voice as the gondola swings from our movement. “I’m going to fall.”

If she thinks I’m going to stop for anything short of a hurricane sending us falling to our death, she’s dead wrong.

Her pussy clenches around my two fingers, and I know she’s close. Flicking, sucking, and teasing her clit with my tongue, I slip my hand from inside her and wrap my arms around her thighs and lift her.

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