Nice Until Proven Naughty

Tasting.

Touching.

Whispering.

I love you.

Yes, please, right there.

Ho-ho-holy shit, do that again.

Feels so good.

You’re perfect.

I push my hand between our bodies where I find her clit swollen and throbbing. I rub my thumb over the tight bud, and two seconds later she flies apart. Spasms overtake her body as she cries out my name.

“Ben. Oh God, Ben.”

My name has never sounded as sweet as it does falling from her lips. From the lips of my Christmas angel.

I lower my head and suck a tight nipple into my mouth, wanting to draw out her pleasure as much as I can. Her inner walls squeeze me in response as I move faster and faster, licking and sucking and—

I squeeze my eyes shut, my cock swollen tighter that it ever has been. A dull ache grows in my stomach and even lower in my balls, and then I groan her name as I empty myself into her sweet, soft body.

She wraps her arms around my back, holding me against her as everything explodes into a kaleidoscope of colors. In this moment, all is right in the world.

“I can’t believe we waited so long to do that,” she breathes, her breath tickling my neck.

I push up and look down at her beautiful face. Her cheeks are rosy, lips puffy, and eyes hooded. “I can’t believe they call you Nice. You clawed the hell out of my back.”

She laughs and grinds her hips against mine. “Just because I’m nice doesn’t mean I don’t have a naughty side.”

“I want to see more of the naughty side.”

A second later she has our positions flipped. Danielle “Nice” Kringle is straddling my hips and looking at me with a gleam in her eye.

She wiggles her way down my body and licks the head of my cock, which is already starting to swell again.

“Hold on tight, Bennett, because I’m about to blow your mind.”

A Naughty Epilogue

Samantha

One year later

“Hey Jody.”

“Hi, Samantha. Lucas is in his office, if you want to head on back.”

“Thanks.”

I drop a Snickers bar on her desk on my way past. They’re her favorite, and well, she’s the one who usually makes sure Lucas gets out of work on time, so I have to treat her right.

“I’m going to get fat because of you,” she hollers.

I laugh and keep walking but stop short a few feet from Lucas’s office. We’ve been together for a year, and I’m still not a hundred percent sure what kind of software he develops. All I know is he’s crazy smart, runs his own business, and sometimes doesn’t know when to walk away.