Page 31 of The Christmas Cover Rule
I bite down on the ring that I’ve been holding in my mouth, and use my tongue to flick it over her swollen bud. Her legs squeeze in response, crushing my head between her grip, and I’ve never been a more satisfied man than I am at this moment.
“Fuck. Jonas.” Her body squirms, but I continue rolling the warm metal over her in a precise rhythm. Her hips buck like she could come apart at any moment, and my name on her tongue mixed with her cries of pleasure sounds so fucking sweet, I just might let her.
I pull back to slide her ring onto my pinky finger, but it doesn’t make it past the first knuckle. Stella lifts her head, her eyes bore into mine, half-starving with desire, half-murderous, that I stopped. A sly smirk is all I offer her before swiping my tongue through her dripping pussy and suctioning my mouth over the entirety of her clit.
She’s the sweetest meal I’ve ever had, and I devour her like a man starved.
“Jonas.I’m—I’m going to…”
“Do you want to come, Stella?”
“Y-yes.”
I graze my middle two digits down her center, and then slide them into her tight, wet heat. “Do you want to come on my fingers?”
She whimpers, and I lower my mouth back to her clit. “Or in my mouth?” My fingers work in tandem with mytongue as I continue to fuck her, and she starts to shake beneath me.
“Ohgod!”
“That’s not god, baby. That’s just my tongue in your pussy.”
One perfectly measured sweep with the flat of my tongue over her clit, and her orgasm rocks through her, coating my face in her arousal.
Her gasps of pleasure fill the room, and I stand, swiping my thumb along my bottom lip before sucking it clean. I stare down into the endless depths of her night sky eyes and her perfectly plump lips before running my hand over my painfully hard cock through my briefs.
“I…I want?—”
“Catch your breath, Stella, because I’m going to claim that fucking mouth of yours next.”
Her full pouty lips part, and I feel the heat of her gaze licking me like a flame as I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs and tug them down. Her eyes take me in, inch by inch, until they land at my tip, and I almost come at the sight of her mouth falling open even further.
“Holy fuck.”
Warmth spreads throughout my body as I grip the base of my cock and give it a nice, long stroke until I get to the end. I swipe my thumb through the precum and the ring at the tip.
Stella sits up, her hands reaching for me. Her perfect lips are still parted, but I know it isn’t going to work like this.
“Get on your back.” Her eyes go wide, but she excitedly does as I ask, and I walk around the other side of the bed. “Hang your head off the edge.”
She scoots her body closer to the edge until her hair is just inches from the floor, and I step forward, thankful the bed is so high.
I stroke my cock once more before bringing the tip to herparted lips. Her throat bobs slowly as she swallows, and I drag the cool metal of the ring along the edge of her mouth before dropping the weight of my swollen head between her lips.
Red and green light from somewhere outside reflects through the cracks in the blinds, lighting Stella’s body like it’s a show just for me. Her tongue swipes across my piercing, and raw need courses through me, but I choke it back, fighting the urge to thrust forward at the sensation. She closes her mouth around me, and the moan that comes from the back of her throat has my eyes threatening to roll back, but I refuse to miss a minute of this image.
I bend forward slightly, pushing myself in until I’m halfway and feel a stop.
“Relax, Stell.”
Her hands come up behind my thighs as she adjusts herself, and that was all she needed because in the next second, her throat opens up, and she’s pulling me closer to her, taking the full length of me down her throat. I pull back, watching my length reappear, soaking wet, and then slowly slide back in.
Her cheeks hollow out, and her full breasts bounce as I continue to pump in and out of her mouth. “Fuck, Stella,” I grit out. “You take me well.”
Her slick legs rub together at my praise, and all I want to do is reward her. I bend forward, using one hand on the bed to prop me up, and the other I use to cup her still sensitive pussy. She is so wet as I drag my fingers through her opening and then bring them to circle her clit.
Her back arches, changing the angle, and she gags. I try to pull out, but her nails dig into the back of my thighs as she hungrily sucks, never once trying to slow down or stop.
“You’re greedy fucking mouth choking on my cock gets you off, doesn’t it?”
