KISS UNDER THE MISTLETOE
They say, “All good boys go to heaven.” But bad boys bring heaven to you.
New Year’s Eve finds you at the house of a dear friend, surrounded by your beloved friends, chatting, eating and drinking, as you await for the new year to arrive. Just a small gathering of good friends.
And while everyone is marvelling and discussing the present their secret santa brought them, he finds his chance to sneak you out of the living room. The devilish smirk on his lips tells you all you need to know; this demon has one last trick up his sleeve as the year is nearing its end.
He pulls you to an empty hallway, away from prying eyes. You don’t have the time to even ask what he’s planning, when you feel his hands sliding up the skirt of your dress. You watch him completely frozen as he tears a hole into your tights, your eyes darting towards the lively party, scared that someone might walk in after hearing the sound.
“Don’t worry,” he purrs in your ear, biting your earlobe. “They can’t hear a thing with the music.”
“What are you…” Your sentence trails off as your eyes widen, watching him slide your panties to the side and kneel down.
“We’re under a mistletoe,” he says cockily, kissing your inner thigh, while pointing at the mistletoe hanging on the light above your heads. “I gotta kiss your lips.”
Blushed, you reply, “I don’t think that’s how it’s done.”
“Nobody said which set of lips I gotta kiss.”
You want to smack him, but you can’t. He buries his face between your thighs, eating you out shamelessly, not caring if someone passes by and sees you. You cover your mouth with your hands, trying to muffle your moans.
It’s only when you start hearing the commotion, the telltale sign that the countdown is going to start soon. He’s quick to get back on his feet. You think you’ll return to the living room, even though you’re too frustrated he got you worked up but didn’t let you finish. Before you can even move to leave, he kisses you, pinning you against the wall, letting you taste yourself on him.
You hear the unmistakable sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers and you tense. You look at him pleadingly and he meets your gaze with his arrogant, challenging one. You feel him rub his cock on your glistening folds. But even if you wanted to push him away, he’s too strong, holding you captive, trapped between his solid body and the hard wall.
He pushes the crown of his cock onto your hole, but not yet pushing it in, just teasing you. He kisses your neck and you hate how he’s got you turned on, all wrapped up around his finger—his cock—loving how you start to grind your hips against him, trying to take him into your aching pussy.
He thrusts inside you, his hands holding your waist, as his kiss devours your moans. Your little cunt is gripping him so tightly, he feels he might cum right now. But first, he needs to finish what he started earlier—when he started eating you out, only to leave you hanging on the verge of your impending orgasm.
The countdown begins a few minutes later.
“10… 9… 8… 7…”
He kisses your neck, as you bite your lip against your moans and whimpers, the sound of skin slapping against skin barely registering over the chaos in the living room.
“6… 5… 4…”
You feel your orgasm reaching its peak, him having to kiss you to prevent you from screaming his name as he fucks you straight into the new year.
“3… 2… 1…”
You hear fireworks signalling the start of the new year. But you’re too lost in your own explosion, shuddering against him, as your orgasm floods your body like a tidal wave. You want to be mad, but your mind is too lost in your orgasmic bliss to properly glare at him.
“Happy new year, my love,” he whispers on your lips with his signature cocky smirk.
“Happy new year, bastard,” you retort breathlessly, kissing him again.
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