Sleigh Bride (Mistletoe Montana Book 12) by Xavier Neal

Author:Xavier Neal [Neal, Xavier]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Having Da’Nika Martin in my arms all night is the best Christmas gift a guy could ever ask for.

Waking up to her sucking my cock on Christmas Eve morning, however, is a close second.

She spins her tongue masterfully around the tip, teasing the slit. The light touches create an aggravating need to shove her head down, and not submitting to the urge is what forces me to clutch the bedsheet in restraint. Darkness throughout the room prevents me from watching her taunting actions, but I’m thankful for it. Something tells me if I could watch the little seductress do what it is she’s doing, I would be blowing my load long before she even gets off one good suck.

Inch by inch my dick is finally allowed to glide further through the wet confines of her mouth. Each step of the way, the suctioning increases, skillfully locking my swollen shaft inside. Strong brushes are given on the underside, coaxing my cum to crawl from where it’s slumbering in my balls to savagely spray the back of her throat. My hold on the fabric tightens as she begins to slowly bob. Sounds of spit being sloshed around, up and down my dick, ruthlessly bounce off the walls, quickly shoving me even closer to the edge. Her thin fingers caressing and fondling and gently tugging my nuts without being told, without being asked, without being prompted cause louder and louder groans to pour out of me. Da’Nika happily hums in approval from the bursts of pre cum continuously seeping free in my struggle to hold back, and the unneeded added vibrations result in me swinging a pillow over my face to muffle the barked curses that need to escape. I grunt and groan against the blockade while lifting my hips to meet the increasingly sloppy slurping. The hysteria of my movements is echoed by the haste of hers until she’s awarded scorching surge after surge to swallow. I abandon the sheet to let my fingers tangle lovingly in her locks, wanting her to not only stay in place while she guzzles it down, but to know I approve of the action.

Appreciate a woman who isn’t afraid to devour every drop.

When I finally let go of her hair, she removes herself from the area and coos, “Merry Christmas Eve, Lark.”

“Merry fucking Christmas Eve, babe.”

“What?”

Banishing the pillow back to the bed, I repeat myself, though sweeten the sentiments, “Merry Christmas Eve to you, too, babe.”

Da’Nika’s fingertips lightly stroke my thighs at the same time she says, “I love when you call me babe.”

I let a smile slide onto my face. “I love it, too.”

Silence momentarily settles between us, and I use it to prepare an easy segue.

One where I declare that’s not the only thing I love.

One where I declare I was too stupid to not just give in to these feelings before.

One where I declare she’s mine and she’s always been mine and she’ll always be mine.

My mouth cracks open to begin, only to be interrupted by a faint buzzing sound.

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