Page 9 of An Undisputed Christmas
“You did this to me,” he growled, wrapping his fist around his length and stroking slowly from root to tip, letting me watch every sinful movement.
"Been rock hard since I felt you pressed against me on that fucking sled."
The crude words sent molten heat spiraling through my veins, making me press my thighs together as wetness pooled between my legs. My clit was already needy, begging for attention.
“Let me show you what I wanted.”
His voice was filled with hunger as he dropped to his knees between my spread legs. He gripped my thighs with possessive force, pushing them wide apart to expose every soaked inch of my pussy.
“Sweet Sierra, your little pussy is dripping for me.”
His mouth was scorching hot as he licked a broad, firm stripe up my slit, his wet tongue delving deep to taste my arousal.
I gasped and arched off the couch, fingers fisting desperately in his dark hair as he worked me with ruthless devotion.
"So wet," he groaned against my sensitive flesh, the vibrations making me moan loudly. "Taste so fucking sweet, like sugar and Christmas morning."
He sucked my swollen clit between his lips, teeth grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves until I was writhing beneath him, completely at his mercy.
His tongue flicked and swirled, driving me higher with each expert caress.
While his mouth devoured me like a feast, I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as his free hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking himself with increasing urgency.
His flushed tip leaked steadily now, clear precum making his hand's movements slick and obscene.
The sight of him pleasuring himself while eating my pussy sent fresh waves of desire crashing through me.
"Connor," I gasped, tugging at his dark hair as pleasure built to an unbearable peak, my thighs trembling on either side of his head.
“Hmm?” he asked, lifting his head just enough to meet my desperate gaze, his lips glistening with my juices.
"I need... I need you to make me come," I whispered, face burning with embarrassment and desire.
"That's a good girl," he praised, diving back between my legs with obvious hunger.
His tongue worked my clit while his hand pumped his cock faster, both of us climbing toward release together.
The firelight painted our bodies in gold and flickering shadows, and Christmas lights twinkled softly from the garland above the mantle, making this moment feel magical and dirty all at once.
"Fuck, I'm close," he groaned against my pussy, his breath hot and ragged against my sensitive skin. "Watching you, tasting you fall apart on my tongue, it’s all gonna make me come so fucking hard."
Just as I felt my orgasm building to a peak, Connor pulled back and surged up my body, his movements fluid and predatory.
He replaced his tongue with two thick fingers, expertly rubbing my slick clit with the rough pads as he watched me with dark eyes.
His other hand never stopped stroking his cock as he loomed above me, positioning his flushed, leaking tip directly over my spread pussy.
"Watch me," he commanded, his voice rough and desperate, his massive frame blocking out everything but him. "Watch me come all over my pussy.”
With a primal groan that echoed through the room, Connor's cock erupted, painting thick ropes of hot white cum across my darker skin.
The contrast was stark and obscene—his pearly release decorating my swollen pink lips and throbbing clit like the most intimate artwork.
The sensation coupled with his fingers was so raw that I cried out and came beneath him, my orgasm rushing through me as his seed decorated my flesh.
“Look at that,” he breathed, eyes dark with possession as he used his fingers to spread his hot cum around my folds, the slick heat making me shiver.
"Marked by me. My cum decorating this pretty pussy like icing on a Christmas cookie.”
