Season's Greetings : Christmas Box Set

He blinks. “First, you need to get on your knees.”

I unwind my arms from his body and slowly slide down his larger frame, trailing my nails in my wake. He cringes slightly.

“Too light.”

I dig my nails in more, and he gasps. “Better?” I study his face as I kneel and rake my nails down his abdomen and thighs.

“Yes.”

The shaky tone makes me smile. Being in control of such a large man is a heady experience. All that stands between me and his bare skin is a thin pair of black lounge pants. He opens his legs.

“Come here.” Scooting in, I peer up at him, awaiting his next command. He grabs a handful of my hair and tugs my head back, leaning down. “Do you want to see exactly what I imagined?”

“Yes.”

“Then put your face in my lap.” He pushes my face down, and I allow it. I nuzzle him with my nose. He smells like fabric softener and something musky and male. I wrap my lips around him through the fabric, and he presses me in nearer, and I close my lips around him.

“Such a hot mouth. I bet your pussy is even hotter.”

I moan, and his dick twitches.

“Suck me.” His deep voice is commanding. I obey, wrapping my lips around his head. Soaking the cloth, I suckle. He hisses. “Harder.”

I comply, and he pushes his hips up. I move opposite, creating friction.

Grinding, he picks up the pace. His pants get wetter and wetter as my mouth slides up and down smoothly. I pause at his tip and suck. A salty flavor seeps through.

Releasing him, I turn my head to look up at him. “I want to taste you.”

He shoves his pants down. His large cock springs forward, long, thick, and purple headed. Pearly white beads drip from his slit. I drag the tip of my tongue through the sticky, salty substance.

“You taste good, Sam.”

“Have more then.” He pushes in farther.

I take him in, struggling with my gag reflex as he taps against the back of my throat. He pulls back. I grip his hips hard, stilling him. Sliding up and off him again, I circle his head with my tongue. “It’s okay. I can take it.” I grip his base.

He puts his hand over mine and squeezes. “No light touches.”

I tighten my hold, and he growls. “Like that.” He moves my hand up and down. I catch the rhythm and take him to the back of my throat, breathing through my nose as I open up. Hollowing my cheeks, I lose myself in the motions, squeezing my throat. He thrusts faster, and my eyes water. He yanks on my hair, pulling me back. I release him with a pop.

“Come here,” he says, guiding me off the floor and into his lap. He keeps his hard cock between us. “Lift your skirt.” My hands shake as I push the black wool skirt over my hips, entirely on display.

“These are in my way.” Grabbing my tights, he tears them apart. I cry out. The act is like a physical caress over my swollen clit. His long fingers stroke the band of my light blue underwear with the gold Star Trek emblem. “Did you wear those for me?”

“Yes.”

He dips his hand underneath and strokes my slit with the tip of his long finger. “And you soaked them through?”

Licking my lips, I nod.

“Let me hear the words, Delta.”

“Yes,” I rasp.

“Just like I imagined you would.” He adds a second finger, caressing my clit between them as he slides down and circles my entrance. Removing his fingers, he holds them up to the light. “Look how pretty you are coated on me. I want to taste you.”

“So taste me.”