A Pucking Wrong Christmas (Pucking Wrong, #2.5)

by C.R. Jane

His tongue fucked inside my pussy, and he moaned as if it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. Knowing Lincoln, he probably did think that. And I was perfectly okay with it. The sounds coming out of his mouth were erotic and raw, and I was gushing all over his face. "Fuck. That's so good. You’re so fucking sweet."

"There's nothing that feels as good as this. You fucking take me so fucking well."

"Baby, that's right. Squeeze my dick."

Lincoln slid his hand between us, sliding his fingers over his dick and bringing them up to my lips. I immediately opened, sucking every drop and moaning as I did so.

I set the plate down in front of Monroe with a flourish before lifting her up and settling down in the chair with her in my lap. She squirmed and I sighed. Another breakfast with an erection pushing against her ass.

“That’s so fucking good. Suck my big cock. Please. Fuck,”

Choke on my cock.

For a second I forgot that I’d gone all caveman for a reason…I was just ready to get home and fuck, because I loved her so much.

“Strip,” I commanded, gratification strumming through my veins as she immediately pulled her sweater over her head, revealing an almost see through lacy pink bra that had me almost coming in my pants.

Lincoln's hand abruptly smacked down on my ass and a small orgasm pumped through me. "Fuck. You just came,"

She knew I was all in, that no one existed but her. I had her name inked on my dick for fuck’s sake.

“Tell me, sunshine. Have you been a good girl this year?” I gave her one long lick that had both of us groaning. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “So you’re not on the….naughty list?” “No. Definitely not.” “Damn,” I said, pushing away from her perfect pussy. “What?!” “Only naughty girls get tongue fucked by Santa,” I told her seriously.

“There isn’t a part of you I’m not going to heal. It’s the only thing I want in life, to make you happier than you’ve ever been,”