Page 42 of Hostile for the Holidays

Eager to feel her, I slide a finger along her slit, letting her coat my knuckles with her arousal.

Exploring her further, I rub her swollen clit and massage it between my fingertips.

Stella’s legs start to tremble and with how wet she is, I can gauge her orgasm is close.

I tease a finger at her entrance. “Don’t come yet, Stell. I haven’t even properly touched you.”

A breathy laugh escapes her and she looks down on me with a narrowed gaze. “You think you’re that good? One clit pinch and I’m going to come?”

I can’t help but chuckle at her thinking I’m assuming her orgasm is an easy win.

I want to work for it. Every lick. Every suck and thrust. I want her to see how serious I’m taking this responsibility.

To get a better angle, I lift her right leg over my shoulder. Her hands grip my shoulders for balance, but with her hips pinned to the door, she isn’t going anywhere.

And then, I have Stella like I’ve always wanted her. One lick through her center, and the taste of her arousal hits my tongue like I’m lapping up honey.

Now I’m the one worried about a quick orgasm. I’ve never come in my pants before, but if any situation would warrant it, this would be it.

Stella’s hands root themselves into my hair, her fingers finding a rhythm of pressing against my scalp then tugging my hair as she uses her grip there to grind her pussy against my mouth. I play with her clit, pressing and pinching, while I fuck her sweet cunt with my tongue.

I’m going to drown on her and it’s going to be my fucking pleasure.

“More, Jasper. I need more.”

At her request, I thrust a finger inside her tight heat. I drag it out, then slowly push back inside her.

“You know, Stell, I’ve always wanted you wrapped around my finger.”

I add a second finger, loving the way she clamps down around me.

“Oh, god.”

“That’s good, isn’t it?”

Her response is incoherent, but from the way her walls are tightening around my fingers, I know she likes it. I know she’s close.

“Is that what you wanted, Stell? For me to fill up this sweet cunt? Make you feel so good, you’ll be begging me for more.”

“I’ll never beg.” She sighs.

I decide to make that a personal challenge of mine.

Still fucking her with my fingers, I pull my head back to look up at her. I can’t miss it. I want to see what Stella looks like when she’s in the throes of pleasure. I need to see her face, especially since I’m the one making her feel this way.

“Jasper,”she moans, her cheeks and neck flushing pink, her perfectly plump lips parting. Her lashes flutter and she tips her head back. Fingers gripping my hair to the point of pain, I dip back to her center for one last suck on her clit.

She cries out, her sounds unfiltered and unabashed. I love that she doesn’t hold back. That it feels too good and I’m the one making her feel it.

“That’s it, Stell. Soak my fingers.”

She keeps rocking into me over and over as her orgasm pulses through her body. When there’s no trace of it left, I press akiss to one hip and then the other before withdrawing my fingers from her.

I lower her leg to the ground, pull her panties back into place and stand. With my eyes on hers, I suck my fingers clean, tasting every last drop of her. Her eyes widen, then dart back and forth, searching my face.

A hand moves to cover her mouth, a giddy smile pulling at her lips. “That was…”

“Remarkable? Transformative? Life altering?” I offer, but before she can speak, I pull her hand away from her mouth and kiss her hard. The kiss turns undeniably intense, so much so that I have to pull back because if I’m not careful my restraint will snap and I’ll end up fucking her right here against the door.

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