Page 24 of All I Wank for Christmas

“It never works. I have zero game. Just out of curiosity, is it working now?” he asks. His mouth dips down to mine, and I melt into him, letting his tongue explore my mouth like it just explored other places.

My hands slide down his abs and whisper over his erect cock. Wetness coats the tip of my finger, and I move my hands to his back, flexing my fingers as I massage him. I want to feel every muscle under his skin. Learn how he moves.

I break our kiss and place one small kiss at the corner of his mouth. My legs jiggle, and I swoon a little when a soft growl comes from his chest. His chest heaves as he catches his breath.

“You bet your ass it’s working,” I say.

His hand comes gently to my throat, and I cover it with my own hand, encouraging him to grip it harder. I’ve always been a sucker for a good hand on my throat during sex, and my heart skips a beat that he’s willing to play dirty games.

“Get on, huh? It’s that easy?” I ask.

He lets me go with a laugh and backs away from me. I miss the heat of his chest against mine, and the cool basement air makes the hair on my arms stand up. I almost moan for him to come back, but he’s already turned away and is leaning over the dildo stuck to the wall.

“We can use the Tanner-provided lube, or I can just get this ready for you.”

I don’t answer or nod. It’s a rhetorical question because I know he’s going to personally get the cock ready for me to fuck.

My mouth drops open as he bends down, runs his tongue over the dildo, and flicks his tongue over the tip like he just did to my clit. He gives a devilish grin and takes the dildo entirely into his mouth like he’s giving it a blow job, even bobbing his head a few times as I watch. Watching a guy take a dick into his mouth, even if it’s fake, does things to me. Wobbly knees. Tunnel vision. Throbbing in places I haven’t throbbed in for months.

He comes off it with a pop. “Here you go.” He waves his hands over it like it’s a prize on a game show. “All ready for you, sweetheart.”

How could a girl say no?

I walk to the dildo and bend over, climbing onto the bench with a shimmy and lifting my skirt. I expect him to stand in front of me, dick in hand, waiting for his blow job, but he puts his hand on my back and eases me onto the toy, watching every inch of silicone slide into me as far as I can go.

I circle my hips to get used to the girth and length as Jasper runs his hand up my back. He lifts my shirt and unhooks my bra so that the cold basement air hits my nipples. He palms my breasts and moves with me as I glide forward and back, fucking the toy. His wet, warm spit on it makes it more lifelike, and I close my eyes, getting into a rhythm as I push myself against it.

“Used to it now?”

I nod, and he moves in front of me. I don’t hesitate or waste time. Gripping his cock, I slide my tongue over his dick and flick my tongue over the hole. His salty taste hits my tongue, and I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, drawing the wetness off him. He runs his hands through my hair and purrs. He actually purrs. Dear fuck, did I make a man lose his mind so much that he became an animal?

I want to know if I can make him lose his fucking mind.

I dip down and take as much of him as I can, gagging and coughing when I back off him. He flexes his butt muscles and pushes forward as I move back like he’s searching for me, wanting more. “Fuck, Holly, that feels so good.”

Picking up the anal bead wand, I remove Jasper’s dick from my mouth and replace it with the anal bead wand, looking at Jasper while I blow the toy. “Just want to get it wet for you.”

He nods and inhales sharply. I’ve left him speechless as he watches me lube the toy with my mouth. He widens his stance and bites his lip when I take the wand out of my mouth and place it at the entrance to his asshole. “You sure about this?”

“Fuck yes. Turn on the vibration.”

I flick the switch. “If it gets scary, pull my bangs. Not too rough. Just enough to know you’re uncomfortable.”

He nods again and squeezes his eyes shut as I inch the softly vibrating toy into his asshole. He startles at first, even though he was expecting it. His eyes open wide, and he takes a deep breath, breathing through the intrusion. “Gentler. I’m a little nervous,” he chuckles.

I slow down and only press the anal bead wand into him bead by bead. He arches his back and pulls my head to his dick again. “Suck me to take my mind off of it.”

I obey. I’ve always blown guys using at least one hand, but I can’t this time or I’ll fall. One hand holds the anal bead wand, gently moving it back and forth in Jasper’s asshole. The other props me into doggy-style position against the toy stuck to the wall.

“Fuck the dildo, Holly. I want to watch you.” Jasper’s voice is husky and so damn masculine. Demanding.

I gently push back and take control of my own need for pleasure.

“Good girl, taking that dick while I watch,” he whispers, wrapping his hands in my hair and bucking gently into my face.

It’s hard to focus with the dildo inside me and his words driving me over the edge. I sputter and slurp around his cock. Fuck, I’d love to give him a leisurely blow job on the couch some night while we watch a movie. Concentrating on sucking his dick, working the beads, and fucking Kristin’s dildo is both a physical workout and mental gymnastics. I don’t know how porn stars do it.

I look up at him with wide eyes. There’s something wild and unhinged about him. He doesn’t care if I’m more slobber than suck on his dick as I struggle with keeping it in my mouth. His jaw flexes, and I know I may not be a porn star, but I’mhisporn star right now. I’ve always been told men are visual creatures, and I’m driving him absolutely bananas.

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