Page 126 of Saddles

My fingers move up his chest, then twist in his lapels. “Mmhmm. Remember I told you I could turn anything into a dessert? Well guess who’s getting gobbled up?”

His gaze fixes on my mouth. “The best gift ever.” He leans down, but I step away, grabbing his hand to lead him to the bedroom.

“Oh, you’re prepared to be messy.” He captures me by the waist so I can’t escape, and snarls as he lightly bites my neck. “You’re a sexy genius.”

Fuck, I could give in to his lips so easily.

“Wait, it’s my present to give.” Finding the buttons of his shirt, I make short work of them and push the fabric over his shoulders. “Lie down.” I try to sound authoritative, but it’s so hard not to giggle.

His eyes widen. “Yes, ma’am.” He drops onto his elbows with a sly smirk teasing up his whiskers.

Straddling his thighs, I work my way higher on my knees while I peel open the tip of the bottle.

“Ready?” I poise it over my own mouth, then glance down at him.

“Always.” His voice drops into a throaty rumble as his callused hands work up my hips.

I let a few dribbles of the sweet syrup fall on my outstretched tongue, then fall onto him for a heady kiss.

He opens for me immediately, sucking the chocolate from my mouth and lapping at my teeth with a groan.

Pulling away from him is never easy, but the bottle is still full.

With my thumb, I tilt his chin up, then drizzle a tiny bit on the ridge of his Adam’s apple. Then I close my lips over it, spreading the droplets with my fervent kiss.

Little dots of brown land on his nipples, and he spasms when I nibble them off.

I like this game.

A thin line of the dark liquid leads down his stomach that I follow with heat of my mouth as his hands tangle in my hair.

When I peel the button on his Wrangler’s loose, his grip tightens.

“Frosty,” he grunts. “You’re a naughty Santa’s elf.” He folds one arm behind his head to watch me. “I love it.”

I smile up from between his legs, biting my lip as I lower his zipper. “I want you to be my holiday treat.”

Tugging at the hem of his boxers, I free the stiff length of his glorious cock and rock back on my heels to admire it. “Merry-fucking-Christmas to me,” I whisper before squeezing the bottle liberally over his swollen head.

He gasps as the cool syrup runs down his silver-studded shaft.

Then he moans when I catch the fleeing droplets with my tongue, leading the decadent sweetness back to his mushroomed tip.

When I pull him into my throat, his thighs clench and his breath catches.

“Fuck, that feels amazing.” He raises his waist so I can pull his jeans lower.

This is the part I’ve been looking forward to.

Tilting his thick cock towards his belly, I let the chocolate trickle onto his tightened sack.

“Holy shit.” A shudder runs through him when I suck one of his firm nuts into my mouth.

His fingers dig into the sheets when I move to the other.

Following the path of barbells slowly, I make sure to give each one the attention it deserves until I reach the last.

The only other time I’ve done this was in the Italian restaurant. I was able to take him all that night.

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