his cock, enjoying how his strong body shuddered weakly under such a soft touch.
Opening my mouth, I sucked his tip inside.
Saint let out a long, low hiss as the heat of my mouth closed around him. For a minute, that was as far as I went. I let my tongue play over the velvet firmness of his engorged flesh. I traced all the dips and valleys. I felt the pulse of the vein that ran all the way to the tip. I savored the feel of him like he had done to me so many times.
“Jesus, Holly. I think you’re going on the naughty list either way,” he groaned, letting his head fall back and spearing his hands into my hair, holding himself back from tugging me down farther.
My lips smiled around his length, and I began to take more of him in my mouth. Inch by hard, silken inch, he stuffed my mouth full of his thickness until I felt him brush against the back of my throat.
Attempting to swallow, my tongue pushed along his length and contracted my throat around him, and his hips rocketed off the seat with sharp pleasure, shoving him impossibly deep for a second before the grip of intense pleasure released him.
I moaned. That was what I wanted—to give him something incredible for all he’d given me.
Slowly, I began to move up and down along his length. Drawing him deeper before releasing him. My mouth grew sloppy, leaking saliva around how his massive cock spread my lips wide.
He groaned my name over and over, an erotic plea against the jingle of Christmas carols in the background.
His fingers swirled in my hair, searching for more to hold on to. Searching for more of me.
My pussy ached, the pressure almost unbearable for my own release. My thighs squeezed together tighter as my lips cinched around his length, pulling harder and harder with each stroke. The pleasure continued to build as I pleasured Saint. Every slide of my mouth sent another rush of wetness between my thighs.
“Enough.” Saint growled and pulled me up, my lips popping off his cock with an audible sound. “My turn.”
With a grin that made my mouth water, he gripped my hips and turned me toward the table.
“Wait—Saint. Are you sure it can—” I broke off with a squeal, clapping my hand quickly over my mouth and glancing toward the front of the house to make sure no one had heard or was peeking through the windows.
“No one’s allowed in, Holly.” He winked at me. “The perks of being the manager.”
I flushed. It was a good thing. My back was on the table, my legs draped over the edge. Naked except for my bra and underwear, I was spread out like Saint’s version of dessert.
He spread my thighs wide and I pushed up on my elbows. Reaching for me, he traced a lazy finger around my hard nipple through the thin lace of my bra, licking his lips as he did.
“Saint.” I wriggled on the table, needy for him.
But instead of facing me, he stood and walked over to where I’d turned on the music. I watched with wonder as he first turned up the volume a little bit and then reached for something on the small table that sat on that side. My brow scrunched. There were only jars of candy over there.
What could he have possibly picked up?
My eyes bugged wide when I saw.
A candy cane.
“Saint...” I exhaled his name but it was with anticipation rather than trepidation. Goose bumps littered my skin like Christmas decorations. Lighting me up and making me sparkle with vibrant need.
With that smirk I found he had only for me, he repositioned himself between my thighs while he slowly unwrapped the hard candy from the plastic.
“What are you doing with that?” I chewed on my lip, catching his eyes darken as they looked at me and trailed down the length of my body to my pussy.
Setting the plastic to the side, he just smiled and hooked the end of the candy cane on the side of my thong, tugging it up and down along the side of the fabric so it rubbed gently into the sensitive crease where my thigh met my swollen sex.
“Having dessert,” he rasped. “Since you’ve never done so many things, I thought tonight I might try something new,” he rasped, applying pressure on the candy cane to tug my underwear to the side of my slick folds. “I’ve never had peppermint pussy