A Filthy Christmas (Filthy Line #6) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,24

are you going to do about it?” I teased.

I kicked back on the bed again and Shane grabbed the backs of my legs.

It tickled, but he pulled me with force before I could laugh.

Then his hands were on my panties, tearing them like a piece of paper.

I gasped and watched as Shane tossed my ripped panties somewhere across the room.

He dropped to his knees on the floor and put his hands at my inner thighs.

My jaw dropped as he dipped his head between my legs.

The tip of his tongue cut between my wet folds and curled right up around my clit.

My ass lifted off the bed.

Shane drove me right back down.

He moved over my body, pressing down against my mound, his tongue caressing my clit with purpose.

Oh shit… oh… shit…

The sudden rush of pleasure and excitement smashed into one another like a head on collision.

Shane added more force with his tongue.

My clit was so tender, his tongue so powerful…

My hips began to shake.

Shane growled.

As if I needed more coaxing to explode with an orgasm, the tips of his pointer and middle fingers of his right hand touched me.

I gasped and braced myself.

Shane sank his fingers deep into me.

My hands curled around the sheets.

He curled his fingers and pulled back.

His tongue curled around my clit, then flicked back down.

I wanted to scream his name.

But I couldn’t even remember how to breathe.

I was on my knees, facing the wall of his bedroom.

My hands against the wall like I was about to be frisked.

Except I was naked with Shane’s arms wrapped around me tight.

And his cock was buried inside me from behind…

The front of his body to my back, his hips thrusting with such force, all I could do was cry out random sounds and noises.

His right hand moved up and grabbed my left breast.

He knew exactly how to grab me… hard, but not too rough.

Like he was using me but he always knew I was a person that could feel things.

I thrust back at him. which made him arch a little.

Just a reminder that I was part of this too.

I fucked him as hard as he fucked me.

The more I leaned forward, the more sensation I felt deep in my core.

My hands curled and scratched the wall.

I looked down and saw his strong arm squishing my right breast to my body while his hand held my left breast. My nipple poked out between his middle and ring fingers, perked, hard, excited.

His left hand moved down my body and when he touched my clit, I cried out his name.

“Come for me again, beauty,” he ordered. “You’re right there. Don’t fight it. I’m close too. I want to fill you…”

My left hand peeled from the wall and I grabbed his wrist.

My clit was too tender by then.

No more touching.

It was like one of those little bells on the counter of a store.

Ring For Service read Ring For Orgasm.

Shane had hit that bell so much, my legs were tingling and numb.

I held Shane’s hand and put my head back as I felt his cock thickening once more.

His right hand moved up my body to my chin.

He turned my head and I looked at him a second before he kissed me.

We started to make out again…

And his ability to kiss?

That made me come.

And as I squeezed against his cock, he grunted and met me with an orgasm of his own.

In that moment, the both of us making noise, trying to kiss, our tongues touching, our bodies together, my right hand tearing apart his wall while my left hand held his… it was the most explosive moment I ever felt with someone in bed.

And Shane just kept going.

He just kept fucking.

The more he fucked, the more I was able to forget.

13

SHANE

I walked a glass of whiskey to Lita as she stood outside on the balcony.

She wore nothing but a long, black t-shirt of mine.

I wore nothing but jeans.

I had a glass of whiskey for myself too.

When she looked at me, she smiled.

There was nothing like that post-orgasm high. When the world felt good. When you wanted to just live in that moment for the rest of your life.

Which was possible.

I could fuck all day and night and never play guitar again and just live off whatever money I had, then die half drunk and rock hard.

“Cheers, beauty,” I whispered.

“Yeah, cheers,” Lita said.

We touched glasses and she took a big drink.

I leaned against the railing and looked out at the city.

“Nice view up here,” she said. “I didn’t