“Guess we have a deal.” To seal it, I press a hot kiss against her lips. Then I give in to the urge to tease her. “But only if you’re good. Santa doesn’t just slide into anyone’s chimney.” I pair the image with a slow thrust into her warm, tight pussy. “But I don’t want to be good.” Summer pouts, shaking her head. Her heels dig into my ass, pulling me hard against her. Lips and hot breath brush against my ear just before her words. “Put me on your naughty list. I want some Cole in my stocking.” There’s a deliciously sharp sting on my shoulder paired with her hips rocking. She bit me.
