A Very Bossy Christmas - Kayley Loring Page 0,31

to her. I know what it’s doing to me. And I know exactly how much longer I can go without being inside her, and it’s not very long.

I push the black lacy triangle of her panties to the side, and fuck me under the mistletoe, she’s shaved bare as the North Pole and this is the best Christmas present anyone has ever given me.

“You are a devious, wonderful woman.”

“I know.” She raises one leg to rest the back of her knee on my shoulder. She makes the heel of her boot dig into my back for a second, and I like it. Naughty girl.

I punish her with my tongue.

I thank her with my fingers.

I worship her with my mouth.

She serenades me with sweet, heavenly sighs and moans and curses that would make a drill sergeant blush.

I decide to serenade her a little with my Irish tongue again, see if it has any effect this time. “You’re a feckin’ stunner, Maddie Cooper, and your fanny tastes like heaven. I’d feast on you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

She tenses up, shivers, and goes limp for a second.

Feck yeah, Irish.

“Devil tongue,” I think she mumbles.

One of her hands is in my hair, tugging and combing, and I would stay here like this for half an hour if it were the second or third time I’d had her. But it’s the first. I won’t let it be the only. I will take her as many ways as I can tonight, as soon as I make her come once or twice right now.

Lazy swirling, rapid fluttering, determined flicking, relentless tongue-fucking, and well-timed clit sucking does the job efficiently and effectively. She surrenders to me, and we are both rewarded with her shudders and rhythmic contractions, convulsing as she groans and frantically cries out. A dirty, delectable fallen angel.

I don’t know what it is about this woman that makes me extra Catholic, but I believe, I believe, I believe.

When she is limp and sighing, I stand up and carry her with me to deposit her onto the massive bed. I do not regret not being gentle, because she bounces magnificently, and she knows it. She smirks at me, lies back on her elbows, and lifts her foot up to rest on my chest. I unzip her boots, pulling them off, one by one, tug off what’s left of those black tights.

I’m about to slip those black panties down her legs when she pulls back and sits up on her knees. She reaches behind herself, staring up at me. I take in a sharp breath because I know I’m about to hold it for a really long time, and Good King Wenceslas, she slowly removes the lacy bra and then tosses it at me. I catch it and clutch it to my heart before discarding it. I see stars and hear harp music, and it’s sexy harp music. My cock feels as big and lit up as the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree.

“Fucking hell, Maddie,” I manage on an exhale.

Her eyelids flutter and I know it’s because I called her by her first name.

“Maddie,” I repeat, crawling toward her.

She backs away from me, dragging herself up to the pillows. She has a smug expression on her face now, emboldened by the unbridled lust in my eyes, I’m sure. She spreads her arms out along the top of the headboard, lifting herself up. When I reach her, I bury my face in her glorious breasts. I emit some sad, not-at-all-cool sound from the back of my throat, but I swear I’ve never been this happy. My hands are all over her, exploring her, claiming her. My mouth is all over her, savoring the taste of her warm skin and hungry for something that I haven’t even let myself fantasize about with her.

She’s straddling me now, bearing down on me and rocking back and forth. Just when I thought she couldn’t possibly find another way to infuriate me, she proves me wrong. And I like it.

I feel like a sex-starved sixteen-year-old virgin, but I’m performing like a man. I know this because I’m making her come again just from licking and sucking. She’s saying my name and Oh God, oh shit, oh fuck over and over again. She’s breathless and amazed and kind of angry—like how dare you make me feel this good?—and it’s so hot.

She lifts herself up a bit and slides one hand down my chest, into my boxer briefs. She strokes the underside of my shaft, gently