Brothers in Blue A Bryson Family Christmas - Jeanne St. James Page 0,6

the urge to thrust.

He fought closing his eyes because he wanted to watch her. The way her head bobbed, the way her lips stretched around him, the way her fist squeezed the root, making the veins pop.

It was beautiful.

Mind-blowing.

Sexy as fuck.

He fisted her hair tighter and began to shift his hips just slightly, not wanting to full-out face fuck her.

Okay, he did want to, but knew from experience that could get ugly and could ruin the moment. So, he started with very shallow thrusts as her tongue swirled and licked and stroked along the thick ridge.

Jesus, if he let her keep going she was going to suck his brains right out of his cock.

He didn’t need his brains anymore, did he?

Hell no.

He couldn’t remember the last time she’d blown him like this. Most of the time, they were barely lucky enough to have undisturbed sex. So, to have her take her time and do this...

Christmas needed to come more often.

Once a month.

Twice a month.

Oh fuck. She gently worked his balls as she ran her lips up the underside of his throbbing cock. She squeezed the root tighter and slid her hand up the length, milking another thick, shiny drop of precum from it.

And fuuuuuuuuckkkkk. She lifted her eyes to his, stuck out her hot, pink tongue and licked it right off the tip like a melting ice cream cone.

He tried to swallow but his throat was tight as she once again slid him all the way into her wet, hot mouth, sucked hard and then pulled back until just the crown was between her lips.

She smiled.

“Fuck, baby,” came out in a groan. He got a better grip on her hair and began to thrust as far as her fist at his root allowed him.

But it was enough.

Holy hell, it was more than enough.

“’Manda,” he warned. Though, he was clenching his jaws so tightly he had to force it out.

He didn’t know if she tried to answer him around his cock or she simply hummed, but either way, she vibrated around him as her fingers worked his balls, and...

And...

He slammed a hand onto the shower wall, dropped his head, shoved his hips forward one more time and came deep at the back of her throat. His cock pulsed and pulsed, expelling cum in hot jets. She did not release him, instead she accepted it all.

Even after he had stilled, she slowly worked him in and out of her mouth, until he was empty.

Completely fucking empty.

He sucked in oxygen and opened his eyes just in time to watch her let him slip from her mouth. He let the cooling water rinse him off as he offered her a hand. She took it and he pulled her to her feet and into his arms.

“Love you, Mandy.”

She reached up and cupped his cheek. “Love you, too. Now turn off the water before we get hypothermia. Then my husband is going to make me a big pot of coffee and an even bigger breakfast for that expert head I just gave him.”

“I’ll make you an awesome dinner tonight, too, if I can have a repeat performance for dessert.”

“Not being greedy at all, are we?”

“Oh, fuck yes. I’m being so, so greedy. We both should be.”

“Mmm.” She grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him down to her, kissing him hard. “Then let’s dry off, you make breakfast while I dry my hair and then we can get cracking on that.”

She released him and as she stepped out of the shower, he turned it off and followed her.

The sharp crack of his palm against her wet ass sounded like a gunshot in the bathroom. He couldn’t resist doing it when she reached for her towel. Her ass was just so tempting.

“Hey!”

“Buck up, buttercup. This is just the beginning.”

“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” she warned him.

“Oh, being feisty, are we?”

“I had a dream you were going to spank me and our—one of those small people we won’t mention right now—interrupted me.”

“You haven’t been in trouble lately.”

“Oh, I need to be bad? I can arrange that. I was always good at being bad.”

He grabbed his own towel, paused in front of her, pressed his lips to hers and murmured, “And always bad at being good, but if you want a good spanking, all you have to do is ask,” against them.

“And you will do your duty as a good husband and discipline your wife.”

“Damn, I like the sound of that.” Max finished drying off and wrapped