Tangled in Tinsel: a holiday novella

pressing our ears to the wood. While I’m still holding my wood.

I can make it hurt so good,

“Whoa, feisty.” He grins, holding up his hands as I close the door behind us. “What happened to ‘thank you’ and ‘make me come, Reed’? I’m feeling very underappreciated.”

You’ll jinx the pussy.

You just have to earn it.

“You made us wait. Now we get to take what we want. How we want.”

“I’m going to do filthy fucking things to your body, sunshine.”

He’s standing arrogantly with his legs spread as if he expects me to stare at his impressive cock. And call me a people pleaser because I do fucking stare.