Season's Greetings : Christmas Box Set

“Don’t stop, Yoon. Oh, God. I’m going to come.”

I suck on her bud, and she gushes into my mouth, shaking and keening. I slurp up every drop, slowly easing her down as I pull away. I lick my lips.

She peers down at me, breathing hard as she smirks. “I never knew you had such a talented tongue.”

I kiss her mound and move up her body, pushing her shirt up as I do. I cup her plump breasts, flicking her stiff nipples through the black lace. I suck one and then the other into my mouth as she squirms beneath me. Plucking her stiff peaks, I drink in the sight of her beautiful body, writhing on the crisp, white sheets. I shove her shirt over her head and pop the front clasp of her bra.

“You’re overdressed, Mr. Kim,” she purrs.

I strip down, tossing my shirt over my shoulder.

“Now, the rest.”

I chuckle at her sultry tone. “As you wish.” I unbuckle my belt and take my time unbuttoning the top.

“Tease.”

“It’s always better for the wait.” Winking, I push my pants down, and my cock springs forward. The head is red and leaking. I stroke it as I step out of my pants. Sitting up, she wraps her hand around me and takes over stroking. Her tongue darts out to circle my head and dip into my slit, gathering my cream. My cock twitches.

“It’s been a long time. You keep that up, and it’ll be over before it begins.” I still her hand, and she slides down my cock, relinquishing the hold her mouth has on me. “I’m clean. Do I need a condom?”

“I’m clean, and I have an implant.” She bites her bottom lip. “But it’s been a long time.”

“I’ll go slow while I stretch out that tight little hole until it’s molded just for me.”

“Jesus, Yoon.”

“You like it when I talk to you like this, don’t you? It makes you cream.”

“Yes,” she moans.

I grip my cock. “Spread your legs for me.” I run my cock between her lips, coating myself in her slick as I tap her clit, over and over. Her lids grow heavy as I slowly ease the tip in. Her walls cling to me, and I groan as I force myself to stop, pulling out and pushing back in, never going too deep.

“Rub your clit.”

“Yes, sir.” She circles her bundle of nerves as I work myself deeper.

“Look at how I split you wide open.” Her walls flex, and I grunt. “Your pussy is so hungry for me.”

“You’re so big.”

“And you’re going to take every inch.” I push into the hilt and rest my head on her shoulder as she adjusts.

“I need you to move.”

I pull out and thrust deep. Digging her heels into my lower back, she matches me stroke for stroke. Our bodies slap together, and I eat at her mouth between thrusts. She opens her mouth in a silent scream as her body stiffens, and her walls flutter around me. The tension building in the base of my spine gives, and she milks me. Groaning, I fi

ll her. I mark her neck with a bite the same as I mark her wet channel with my seed. I’m not letting Hartley Warren go.

Chapter Four

Hart

It’s the final day of the contest, and I’m not sure where I stand for chances of winning. It’s down to two other contestants and me—Karen from Maryland and super-fan Samantha from the Los Angeles area. Korean American actress Minji Hak is co-hosting with a group of popular Korean actors from K-Dramas with a similar vibe to bring in the crossover audiences.

“We are down to our final three. The first contest will be a sudden elimination,” Minji says.

The audience gasps, and I swallow hard. Everything is riding on this.