Once Upon a Christmas Tree (The Valentine Nook #0.5)

by Lulu Moore

Jesus, what I wouldn’t give to see those berry-red lips wrapped around my cock.

She looks like she should come with wings and sit on top of the tree. I could give her something to sit on. Oh dear god. What the fuck is the matter with me?

here, among the sugar and spice, he’s the all things nice.

If I turn around, there’s a good chance I’ll rip his clothes off and ride him until I have to be hoisted off as my legs no longer function.

I can’t stop myself. I grip the front of his shirt and tug him into me. I can’t tell if his mouth crashes to mine first or if I lift on my tiptoes to get there right before he does, but I forget all about it when his tongue sweeps into my mouth.

Is it possible to die from anticipation? Asking for a friend.

“You’re going to come right now for me, and I’m going to watch.”

This isn’t an orgasm. It’s an exorcism.

“Fuck…look at you.” The timbre of his voice licks fire across my skin. “Taking my cock…like you were born to.”

me. I will never belong to anything except Alex’s dick.

My dick’s been ruined by an American Christmas Tree farmer.

“Time is of the essence. Sit on my face, then I’ll fuck you in there while you’re watching the sunset.

She may as well be my last meal, because after tonight, I’m gone…so I’m feasting like she is.

I want her to feel me in every inch of her body until we meet again. And I’m going to spend all night making sure of it.

she should be treated like a goddess and worshipped for the rest of time. No one should get to witness her falling apart like I did.