Frosting Her Christmas Cookies - Alina Jacobs Page 0,102

what he has to say officially, and of course have it in writing.”

Dorothy tapped her forehead. “I will do that. But you need to be involved. I like your vision.”

“Sure thing,” I promised, waving as I left.

I was likely winning the scholarship. I was finally done with that project. I was almost done with the bake-off, god help me, and now I was going to celebrate.

Before I headed over, I sent Jonathan a photo that had not made it onto the collage. The picture was of me from behind with nothing on except a big red bow barely covering my ass.

Morticia: I’m ready for some frosting on my cookies.

Jonathan opened the door naked, half-hard. I was half-wet.

“Damn, did you come over here just to let me come down your chimney?”

“No,” I said. I took off my clothes and left them on the floor like breadcrumbs leading back to his bedroom. “I came over here to have you cover my Christmas cookies with frosting.” I grinned. I was feeling insatiable.

“Show me,” he said in that deep voice.

I turned to look over my shoulder at him and crooked my finger.

Jonathan stalked me into his bedroom and pushed me onto the bed. His cock jutted out tall and hard for me.

I wanted it in my mouth. I scooted over to him, turning the seductress act on. “Seems I’ve been neglecting you the past few days,” I remarked, trailing my nails over his chest. “How about we get a little creative? I want to blow your mind.”

I placed my hands on my chest and slid them down as I dropped to my knees. His cock throbbed against my chest, and I raised my boobs, squeezing it between them. A smile came across his face and gave me a clear indication of what I should be doing next.

Rolling his cock between my tits, I jerked him off, all the while leaning in and kissing his cock on the head. I watched his eyes roll back as I continued to worship him. Feeling him throb between my breasts was something I hadn’t expected to enjoy.

Soon I started to lick his cock, trailing my tongue along the vein and enjoying the taste of him. I took him through my lips and pushed him deeper down my throat. I took all of him, and this time, he wasn’t going to get away from me.

His groan was long and intense, his fingers going through my hair, stroking and petting me as I continued to bob up and down on him, massaging his cock between my breasts.

“Fuck, I knew Christmas was secretly your favorite holiday, Morticia. You’re so horny for my Christmas package.”

I shot him a glare. “Halloween will always be my number one.”

“I mean…” Jonathan hissed as I licked the tip of his cock. “I’ll happily eat your pumpkin pie and add a little whipped cream on there.”

Another jolt must have hit him as his head fell back. The way his cock was throbbing, I was going to guess that he was close. “Fuck, I’m...I’m...”

There weren’t many ways for him to end that line in that situation. Even so, I stood firm, sucking him, licking him, massaging him, yearning for that eruption.

His breathing became more rapid. He was there, and I gladly took him down my throat, pushing myself to the limits. Right before he came, I pulled off, letting the hot cum drip down my tits. He sucked in a breath. His nostrils flared, and he picked me up to toss me back on the bed. Somehow he was hard again.

“Never expected you to be such a cocksucker, Morticia,” Jonathan said.

“Please,” I said around his hot kisses. “I told you, Halloween is my holiday. I’m not the innocent Christmas girl. You’re going to get down and dirty and slutty when you’re with me.”

“And the filthier and dirtier you show me you can be, the more I fall in love with you,” he said roughly.

I was not going to acknowledge that.

It’s just the hormones. I was still horny, though. I drew a snowflake pattern in the cum on my chest. Jonathan kissed me hard again.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he murmured while one of his hands snuck down between my legs to tease my clit.

I reached down between his legs and took his hard length in my hand. He was throbbing. “All natural,” he said roughly, taking the tip of his cock and teasing my aching clit with it. “I know you’re horny for me,” Jonathan whispered. “But I’m tired