Twenty Three | Christmas

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Rhett

Her mouth is addictive.

Everything about Holly is addictive.

I never would have thought that I'd be here right now, kissing Holly in the middle of my king-sized bed. Who knew this would happen three weeks ago? Three weeks. That was the bet. The game she wanted to play was for me to fall back in love with Christmas. I'd be lying if I said I didn't love Christmas morning right about now as I kiss her urgently.

She opens up for me, letting my tongue slide inside her mouth. Holly moans at the first swipe of my tongue. I know she tastes herself and she fucking loves it.

The ache inside my sweatpants has me lightheaded.

"I need," I pant. "You."

With a gasp to find her breath, she unlocks our lips to help pull my cock out. Just her tiny, delicate hand could make me come any minute now and this is not how I planned the night to end. Easy, boy. Stay the fuck down.

She strokes me, running her thumb along my tip. The rushed groan falls past my lips as I begin to kiss down her neck before pulling her perfect, pebbled nipple into my mouth. "Rhett!" Holly cries out. "God, you're amazing."

A cocky smile pulls at my lips. I peek a glance at her as she looks down at me. "Am I?"

With a shake of her head, she rolls her baby-blue eyes. "Don't let my comment affect your ego—

"Too late," my tongue plays with her nipple. "I'm already there. Affected. Fuck, I'm so ready to be inside you."

She licks her lips. "Then why aren't you?"

My eyes darken. "You want me to fuck you now, Holly? Is this tight pussy that impatient for my cock?"

Holly whimpers at my words once I quickly slip off my t-shirt and pants, pulling my boxer briefs down with them. Her heat is warm against my skin and I'm intoxicated by her scent between us. She always smells like vanilla and honey to me. I wish I could make a damn candle out of it.

Her greedy hands run along my naked chest and down each ripple of my abs. Goosebumps are risen against my skin. I draw in a deep breath when she closes her palm on my dick. "Please," Holly's begging pumps through my veins, along with her damn fist. "I've waited long enough."

Christ, she's killing me.

A woman who knows what she wants.

She's it for me.

What the hell?

I haven't even sunk myself inside her yet and my brain is already going off like a damn 4K marathon. Running on adrenaline as I stare down at the gorgeous fucking women underneath me. I'm so damn tired of waiting. Holly quickly wraps her legs around me as I sink lower, holding myself once I position to her tightness. I slide the tip of my cock along her clit, coating myself in her wetness before pushing in.

Holy mother of God.

"Shit," I say just as her lips part but she doesn't say a word. "Baby, you feel incredible."

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