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

by Trilina Pucci

And somehow, the idea of a gentleman mixed with a little thug makes my mouth water just as much as a rich, arrogant prick.

Like what

We’re unsure if she’s an observer or ready to sign up for an action-packed cock adventure.

Hahahaaa

Think of us like her pussy’s personal Santa Claus. And hopefully, Samantha wants to be a very naughty girl.”

“That’s my kind of present. Here’s to Samantha getting her stocking stuffed and coal for Christmas.”

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’ll never stop thinking about this

What the fuck just happened? And am I about to get railed like some kind of dirty porn starring Mrs. Claus and her elves? Maybe. Definitely. Ho, ho, ho.

Cole wants her stripped bare in the middle of the room. Christmas lights spotlight her body, so he can conduct the orgasmic symphony only sexual maestros can hear. And I can’t wait to be the instrument he uses.

A symphony only sexual maestros can hear

Oh my god. Falalala fuck me in the ass.

Just like when I was in high school and thought the song “Pony” by Ginuwine was about riding horses. It’s not, which was sad, because I love horses.

You’re a Ho Ho Ho. Merry Christmas to ya filthy pussy.

If I can wrap my pussy, I can wrap grandma’s slippers.

Period

Jesus, I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole. And MacGyvered a damn shovel out of horniness and depravity so I can dig down further.

“Your secrets are safe with me, back door Santa.”

I’ve never been so happy to agree that Die Hard is a Christmas movie. Because getting yippee-ki-ate out spread across the coffee table is definitely the highlight of my life.

How fucking starved was my pussy? One dirty dip, and she’s a crack whore. Crack is wack. Whitney said so.

Wut and why

“You’re being ridiculous. People have polyamorous relationships all the time. You’re not that unique.” My brows draw together. “Yeah, on communes…where they grow corn that weird children live in.”

Wut

Make me the unofficial fourth member of Destiny’s Child singing “Survivor” because you tried to murder my pussy.