Lacey Alexander [The Twelve Quickies Of Christmas Book 10 ] Read Free Page A

breasts. By the time she stepped through the doorway, she felt like the ultimate Christmas toy for Cole and she didn t even need to be unwrapped.
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    Cole could have sworn his cock grew another inch at the sight of Amy in red velvet. Her honey blonde hair fell in soft waves about her shoulders. Her luscious breasts, before now just shadows of cleavage or mounds hidden beneath sweaters, were on proud display from her rosy areolas up, their ample curves pushed high on her chest. Between the red straps of the garters, her hot, bare pussy glistened for him. He d never pictured Amy as the kind of girl who would shave her pubic hair, yet only a small tuft of it remained above the naked lips of her sweet cunt.
    Every ounce of his body was super-charged with her acquiescence now he only hoped she d agree to all his requests. He d spent the last year with the wrong girl, and when Lisa had told him Amy had a crush on him, he d at first felt dumb as a stump, but just as quickly had been hit with the feeling that she was the right girl. For now, and for a lot longer, too. Her compliance with his sensual game so far bolstered that feeling.
    He wanted desperately to lower the red velvet and suck on her nipples, wanted to ram his cock deep into her lovely pink pussy. And it would be all too easy to lose control at the very sight of her, but he had to restrain himself. Holding back would bring them both more pleasure in the end, and God, how he wanted to bring her pleasure.
    Very nice, he said, before pointing to another gift. Now open that one.
    He watched intently as she kneeled by the tree and ripped the paper off the next box, discovering a pair of black leather thigh high boots with four-inch heels. Boots made for fucking. Judging from the slight heave of her breasts within their velvet confines and the instant anticipation filling her gaze, she liked them. She glanced at the side of the box, then raised her eyes to his. How did you know my size?
    The same way Santa knows what to get for all boys and girls. Magic. Actually, he d peeked in her bag when she d bought a new pair of shoes on their lunch break last Saturday.
    She offered a soft smile. What next? Her voice came out heated, breathy, her excitement beginning to build just like he wanted it to.
    Bring them to me, he instructed.
    Taking the tall boots from her hand, he placed one on the floor in front of her. Curling his hand warmly around her nylon-clad calf, he helped her ease her foot down into the soft black leather. With painstaking movements, he tightened the laces, inch by inch, drawing the boot snug to her ankle, calf, thigh. Tying a bow at the top, he lowered his mouth to her thigh, delivering a gentle bite just next to the garter. She let out a light moan that traveled straight to his cock.
    He laced her into the other boot in the same slow fashion, aware that she watched his every move, felt his every touch as he bound her into the leather. When he was done, he lifted his gaze to her face. Walk over to the fireplace. Let me see you.

    As she strolled across the room, the tight, high boots made her shapely legs look a mile long. It might be Christmas Eve, but she sizzled hotter than the fourth of July. Pausing by the hearth to let him study her from behind, she wiggled her bare ass ever-so-slightly, then turned and made her way back, her hips swaying, her eyes filled with unmistakable heat. She stopped directly in front of him and he studied the curve of her cunt, as well as the pink clit jutting out, waiting for attention. Attention it wouldn t be getting for a while yet, according to his plan of slow but intense arousal.
    Even so, he reached out, unable to resist gently cupping the nude mound in his palm. She shuddered as he raked his fingertips over the ultra-smooth skin. He pulled his hand away and looked up into her crystal blue eyes. Only bad little girls shave their pussies.
    Her gaze was glassy, sexy, expectant. Then that proves just how bad I am. I should