Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

Sagan

I can tell her pretty thighs have grown a slight bit thicker as I open her up.

My Esme is on the floor, spread out on the plush blankets in front of the roaring fire.

I’ve rolled her leggings down to her ankles, and she’s kicked them off, unconscious of who might walk in on us. But it’s after midnight on Christmas Eve. No one is going to risk running into Santa Claus and spoiling the anticipation.

I open her up with my thumbs, just enough to have a first taste. Esme gasps at the touch of my tongue to her damp center, my hand petting the soft skin on the outside of her thighs.

She lets out a whimper as I toy with her, her pussy leaking on me.

Her juices coat my tongue, and she’s sweeter than she has any right to be.

Esme arches upward and reaches down, her fingers fluttering over my head.

Meanwhile, I’m leaking so much precum, I could explode too soon. Again. That’s the effect she has on me, what can I say?

“Sagan,” she moans.

I reply with a growl as I plunge my face between her wet folds, sinking my tongue into her core.

“Oh my god,” she whispers as I strum her tight clit with my thumb.

I lose myself in her moans and her sticky sweetness.

I caress her with my tongue, drinking in every bit of her. Drowning in her.

And then I purse my lips around her adorable little clit. Her sweet button responds instantly, propelling her into a rasping orgasm.

I suck and tease her through it, and I’m not stopping anytime soon.