Tangled in Tinsel (The More the Merrier, #1)

by Trilina Pucci

Samantha, you can handle my girthy tree anytime.”

I don’t have a toothbrush. Or pajamas. Oh my god, what if I have to poop? I’m not pooping here. I’d rather brave the snowstorm.

“I really can’t stay—” He gives his signature smirk. “But, baby, it’s cold outside.”

You have no idea the trouble we manage to get into together.”

“I knew the day we met that you’d be a—Good. Fucking. Girl.”

If we have the whole weekend, then there’s no other way I’d like to spend it than helping Samantha discover all her filthiest desires. Think of us like her pussy’s personal Santa Claus. And hopefully, Samantha wants to be a very naughty girl.”

“I can make it hurt so good,” he groans before pulling back to look at me. “Just say please.”

Oh fuck. I’ve fallen into Reed’s dick sand, sucked into the serious hotness this guy exudes. I’m lost forever, like Indiana Jones and the Temple of Cock.

I don’t know my name or what day it is. I’m all lust and need to be wielded in expert hands.

I’m too old to be a homie hopper. I’m thirty-two. Sometimes my back hurts when I work out too hard or if I lay in one spot so long that Netflix dares to ask if I’m still watching the show I’ve been binging.

If I’ve died, or this is an acid trip, mother may I never leave.

She’s worth it. Trust me, she tastes like divinity. Purrs for every degrading word. She soaked my fingers, and it only tempted me more when I licked her clean off.”

“Eleanor, it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours, and I’ve got two down, two to go. I’m a fucking predator. I manifested this. Or you did with all that bullshit you talked.”

Yeah, we like her. It makes sense. Sammy’s like a breath of fresh air. No filter. Audacious as all hell. Brave enough to jump right in and change the rules for herself.

Ugh. This shit needs a manual. Page 5, paragraph 4: How to properly behave after you’ve attended a jizz convention.

“Keep your eyes on me, or I might get jealous.” God, I love when they do that—fight for my attention.