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My underwear is still draped around my ankle. With the naughty Santa outfit so revealing, there isn’t much to imagine. Zebb slides one hand back down my middle while his other climbs to cup my breast.

“Red is a good color on you.”

“I thought you liked the green dress.” The one I’d worn the first day he came to see me at work.

He purrs into my ear as his fingers dip into my bra and his other hand returns between my legs. “Nude is my favorite color on you.”

I laugh but I’m quickly silenced when two fingers enter me and the fingers on his other hand tweak my hard nipple with a sharp pluck.

“Zebb, I don’t ever—”

“You will.” His whisper is a promise. He’s going to make me come again. With his fingers sliding in and out, making their own version of music, and his hand inside my bra, tugging and teasing my nipple, my body quickly reacts. I jolt back, rubbing my backside against his front, feeling the wedge within his jeans. My thoughts leap to the night in his truck and suddenly, I’m coming unraveled.

“That’s it, angel. You’re so pretty when you come.”

I can’t look at myself in the mirror. I can’t concentrate on anything other than the miracle rippling through my body. I shiver. I quake. I feel so alive.

Zebb releases my nipple and reaches for my jaw, cupping it. “Look at yourself.” He gently prods my face upward and I open my eyes. I don’t recognize the woman staring back at me. With Zebb’s hand between my legs and his mouth at my neck, I look thoroughly ravished. My lips are red from kisses. My eyes are wide and bright.

Zebb’s eyes lock on mine in the reflection. “I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever known.”

Christmas crack, is he sweet.

And I want more of him.

Quickly, I spin, releasing his hand from between my legs. With a gentle push, I force him backward.

“What are you doing?”

“Tam told me you dress up as Santa and visit the Children’s Hospital.”

Zebb tilts his head as I press at his shoulders and force him down to the chair behind him.

“That’s so sweet of you. And I want to tell Santa what’s on my wish list.” I lower to both knees and spread his legs.

“Eva,” he growls as I reach for his belt, and roughly undo the buckle. Then I’m working his zipper. His hands come to his waistband and help me lower both his briefs and jeans to his thighs. His legs are trapped but he’s exposed enough. I have what I want.

I wrap my hand around his thick shaft and stare at it as I stroke upward from base to tip. Moisture releases from the tip and I swipe my thumb over the slit. Spreading the substance around and around, I press a kiss at his hilt. He jolts in my hand.

“Fuck. What are you doing to me?”

“Gonna make you my personal peppermint stick.” I laugh recalling the salesclerk’s earlier comment.

This man is mine.

“Don’t joke.” He grunts as I lick up the length of him, squeezing the head before opening my mouth and taking him deep, straight to the back of my throat on the first swallow.

“Jesus, Eva.” A tender hand comes to the side of my head, swiping back my hair. While he strokes through the length, I lift and lower, taking him in and out. I’m drooling and dripping all over him as his fingers tighten in my hair, fisting it at my nape. My pussy pulses again and I squirm.

“Touch yourself while you take me.”

I shake my head with him inside my mouth. I can’t. This is about him. And while I’m certain I could go off one more time, I want him to lose control. I want to make him feel good.

“Eva, you’re gonna make me blow.” His hips slowly rock and his hand in my hair tightens. I roll up on my knees, clenching my thighs together.

“Dammit. Touch yourself. You’re right there and so am I. Let me watch.”

I realize he can see me in the mirror. He’s watching me take him and he’ll be able to see me touch myself as I’m up on my knees. I spread and slip my fingers between my legs. I’m still soaked, and I circle my clit while my tongue circles his crown. Then I’m diving in. My fingers are frantic while my mouth sucks him hard.


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