Page 85 of Tinsel in Telluride

Never let it be said I’m not a gentleman.

“You ready?” she asks, eyes full of anything but innocence.

“Yes, but fair warning I’m not going to—” my words die on my tongue when in one single motion Leigh licks my shaft from root to tip.

“Oh fuck,” I exhale, not getting more than a moment before she’s sliding my length into her warm, waiting mouth.

I groan, fisting her hair tighter as she bobs on my cock like it’s a popsicle. She hollows her cheeks as she hits the back of her throat and I know I’m not going to last.

“God, Leigh, just like that.”

My hips thrust forward as I cradle her skull. “Best. Head. Ever,” I grunt, punctuating each word with a thrust.

At that, she gives a hum of satisfaction around my shaft, sending vibrations straight to the depths of my balls.

I let out a strangled moan. “If you don’t stop that right now, I’m going to come,” I warn, but Leigh doesn’t show any signs of slowing down.

She sucks and twirls her talented tongue until my thick and swollen shaft throbs in her mouth. Gripping my hips tight, she encourages me to pound her throat through my release.

Tingles shoot up my spine and I try to hold off, but it’s no use. I fall off the edge, knowing damn well she’s going to be there to catch me when I land.

Her eyes roll back as she milks every last drop from me.

It takes a moment for me to stop seeing stars. That was—there are no words.

Leigh beams and kisses a path down my shaft sending a shiver of aftershocks through me.

“That was—” I breathe.

“The best head ever?” She chuckles, smug and satisfied.

“Without a doubt.”

“Considering you put me into a coma with that tongue of yours, I had a standard to live up to.”

My cock twitches at her high praise.

God, what this woman does to me.

I hop down from the coffee table, wobbling on my legs like a baby deer. Threading my arm around her waist, I lean in so my lips hover over hers. “And to think, I still have so many tricks up my sleeve you don’t even know about.”

She presses a soft kiss to my lips before pulling back, brow raised. “Is that right?”

“Oh, my Little Thief, since you’ve found your Christmas spirit tonight, I’m going to give you a Christmas miracle.”

She swallows hard, but not before her tongue darts out to lick the tiny bit of cum at the corner of her lips. “You are?”

Her question is soft, almost adoring, like the tables have turned and she’s waiting for me to take charge.

And I have never been more read.

I stand to my full height and look down, past my already re-hardening dick, where Leigh stands, eyes wide in anticipation.

I reach out and tuck a stray blonde curl behind her ear, though it does nothing to tame the just-been-face-fucked state of her hair. “Absolutely. I’m going to ruin that sweet little pussy of yours. I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly that every time you think of sex, you’ll think of Christmas. You’ll think of me.”

A flash of fear crosses her eyes before she juts her chin out and, with all the confidence in the world, declares, “Maybe Christmas isn’t so bad after all.”

Damn straight.

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