A Festive Feud: A Holiday Romantic Comedy(41)
He watches from below me as I unbutton his jeans, slowly dragging the zipper down. His cock is already straining against the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. I palm the length, squeezing him in my hand until he hisses.
“Suck my cock, baby. Show me how much you deserve to be on the naughty list.” His voice is rough and husky as he works the waistband of his briefs down to free his cock. He quickly sheds his jeans along with the briefs, leaving him completely naked beneath me. A bead of precum leaks from the tip of his hard cock, and I want to lick it off. When I lean forward to swipe my tongue along the slit, he stops me.
“Wanna look at those pretty tits as you choke on my cock, Snowflake.”
His fingers wrestle with the clasp of my bra, unhooking it and pulling it down so my chest is on full display for him. He cups each one in his hand, tweaking the nipple roughly. “So pretty. Almost as pretty as your pink little pussy.”
I fist his cock tightly, pumping it from base to tip as my tongue darts out again and laps at the salty precum seeping from his slit.
He moans, his hands leaving my tits to fly to my hair just as I close my mouth around the head of his cock, sucking hard in tandem with my fist that’s circling his base.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
The groan that tumbles from his lips has my hips grinding, trying to stifle the throb in my pussy.
Palming my head, he thrusts his hips up slightly, causing his cock to slide even deeper into my mouth and down my throat. I gag slightly, then exhale through my nose, pushing to take him even further until I can feel the head of his cock rutting against the back of my throat.
“I want to fuck your throat, Snowflake. If it’s too much, tap and I’ll stop.”
I nod around his length, pulling my hands free as his fingers tangle in my hair and cradle my head, guiding me down his length until he’s so deep in my throat that my eyes are watering when he begins to thrust.
“That’s it. Open up for me like a good girl. You can take all of it—take it all for me.”
I want to please him, I want to drive him as crazy with desire as he drives me, so I suck in air through my nose and do as I’m told, opening my throat and going down the rest of the way. His thrusts are short and choppy as he fucks my face, gripping my hair with fervor but not causing me any pain.
“Fuck, Emma. You take my cock so well. Like the most perfect fucking girl.”
His praise only spurs me on, and I reach between us and palm his balls, rolling them between my fingers. I can feel them tightening, ready to fill my throat with his cum, but he stops abruptly, pulling free of my mouth.
It shouldn’t be so hot to see the string of my spit connecting us or the fact that he’s glistening with it from being so deep in my throat, but it is.
It’s insanely hot, and it only makes me want him more. Makes my pussy more wet for him.
“I want my cum inside you” is all he says, flipping us over until my back hits the bed and he’s hovering between my parted thighs. He makes quick work of my jeans and panties, tugging them off my body in a single movement that leaves me bare and spread out beneath him.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing your pussy seeping for me. Seeing the mess you make. All this just from taking my cock down your throat.”
Using his fingers, he spreads me open wide and then spits, watching as it trails down my clit to my entrance. He latches onto my clit, sucking it into his mouth roughly, rolling it between his lips, varying pressure as my spine arches from the bed with pleasure. I can’t help but tangle my fingers into his hair, desperately holding on as he eats me like a man possessed.
He takes his time, lapping at every inch of me, his tongue circling my entrance over and over again before finally thrusting inside me as he thumbs my clit, my arousal dripping from me.
It only takes minutes for my legs to shake and my hips to buck against his mouth as my body teeters on the edge of orgasm.
But before he lets me come, he pulls back and moves over me until he’s at eye level, fitting his hips between my open thighs.
“I can’t wait another second to be inside you,” he pants, reaching between us and dragging the head of his cock through my wetness, nudging my clit with a small snap of his hips. “Need to feel you come on my cock.”
Nodding, I hitch my leg higher on his hip just as he slides in a single inch, both of us moaning at the sensation. Even after the foreplay, he’s so big that it takes a second for my body to adjust to his size, drenched or not.
His fingers lace in mine, and he lifts my hands above my head as his hips punch forward, thrusting until he’s buried to the hilt.
“Jackson,” I breathe.
My head feels light, my chest tight with the fullness of him inside me, and I desperately want him to move, to push me over the edge.
“Move, please,” I beg, tightening my fingers in his. I’m not above pleading if it means tumbling off the precipice he’s edged me on.
Thankfully, he obliges, withdrawing slowly and then surging forward, hitting the perfect spot inside of me that has my toes curling, incoherent words leaving my lips.
“I’m not going to last, Emma. I need you with me,” he pants, picking up his rhythm. His hips slap against mine as he fucks me, rough and uncontrolled. The erotic sounds of our joint arousal fill the room.
Dropping one of his hands to my clit, he circles it roughly, alternating pressure until I can feel the orgasm building and building and building. I grip his ass, pulling him into me as he rocks his hips, arousal spiraling inside of me until it’s pulsing. I can feel it prickling beneath the surface, ready to detonate.