Jingle Devil (Nashville Devils)
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We all know you’re already on the naughty list, yet like to be told you’re a good girl by a man with a deep voice and a penchant for giving hand necklaces. Am I wrong? Didn’t think so. Now turn the page and read your hockey smut. Show me how beautifully you listen.
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OMG. Red alert. Red freaking alert. My face is in my boss’s crotch. My face is pressed against his dick. His dick that’s getting hard against my mouth. And even though I’m more embarrassed than I’ve been in my entire life, I can’t help but notice how impressive it is. 
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“She’s welcome to call me Daddy, although it’s not a requirement.” “It’s not a requirement for what?” Tessa chuckles, and the poor guy genuinely looks confused. I lean forward, angling away from Tessa, and whisper, “For when I’m between her legs eating her pussy and destroying her for little boys like you.”
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“I’m sorry I’m repeating everything. I think your lips fried my brain.” “Then just wait till you find out what my mouth can really do.”
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“Do you want to sit down at this table and wait for dessert? Or do you want to come home with me and let me eat you for dessert?” 
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Remember when I said his erections will be the death of me? I was right. He’s going to kill me with that anaconda in his pants. And I’m going to die with a smile on my face. No regerts. Not even one letter.        
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No smooth-faced boy will ever do it for me again.  Once you go stubble, nothing else is worth the trouble. 
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“Do you like knowing they can look up at any moment and see you? Do you want them to know I’m fucking you? That you’re mine?”
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“Twas the night before Christmas, and I fucked my assistant in my house. My dick is no longer stirring… I’ve got nothing that rhymes with house and mouse doesn’t sound right.” 
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“When I tripped and fell face first into your lap…” Tessa trails off, transfixed by the rivulets of water flowing down my pelvis, rising away the suds. “I could feel you. I’ve never wanted something in my mouth so bad…”
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“Yes, I need to know what you taste like, even if it’s just once. I need it.”