Christmas Showdown by MacKenzie McKade Page B

glanced up at him with a devilish glint in her
eyes.
    He thrust his hips forward, slicking come
against her cheek. “Fuck me, baby, with that beautiful mouth.
Now.”
    Her fingers circled his shaft, her lips
parting as her gaze remained on his. Then she closed her mouth
around him and sucked. Slow and steady and then fast and taut, she
moved up and down him, teasing and taunting him until he didn’t
know which way was up.
    The need for the incredible sensation to last
shattered when she tongued the ridge right under the tip of his
penis. Air gushed from his lungs. But when her fingers began to
stroke the area right beneath his balls as her head started to bob
again, his insides exploded into a ball of flames. Fire licked
across his cock with each stroke.
    “Kelly. Stop.” Trey shuddered, clenching his
butt cheeks to subdue his rising climax. When he could breathe
again, he pulled her up his body. “Are you trying to kill me?”
    “Never.” Kelly giggled as he rolled her over
and slipped atop her. Her eyes grew as dark as a stormy sea when
she cupped his face. “Please, Trey.”
    He loved the way his name sounded on her
lips.
    “Make love to me,” she whispered.
    Never taking his gaze off hers, he blindly
reached in the top drawer of his nightstand and extracted a condom.
Tearing open the wrapper, he donned the latex before settling his
hips back between her thighs.
    “Wrap your legs around me.” When she did, he
placed the head of his cock at her entrance and thrust home.
    Buried deep inside her, he didn’t
move—couldn’t. Her hot, tight sheath was amazing, even through the
thin barrier of the condom. For a moment all he could do was savor
the rightness of them being together once again.
    “God,” she gasped. “I missed this.” Her silky
hands mapped his body, running both palms down his back, his ass,
and his thighs. “Missed you.” She tipped her chin to press her lips
to his.
    Her mouth was warm and wet, lulling him into
a state of pleasure he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. He
couldn’t get enough of her, deepening the caress. As their embraces
grew more ardent, Kelly’s touch became more demanding, her
fingernails leaving trails of sparks in their wake. He moaned. His
body ached with a need too large to contain and he began to rock
against her.
    As he withdrew, she crossed her ankles to tug
him back. He ground his hips into hers, torturing them both with
slow thrusts and even slower retreats. Their breaths compressed
into small, labored pants. As his heartbeat grew faster and faster,
tingles shot from the base of his cock. Then he began to fuck her
in earnest, driving in and out of her, over and over again. He must
have done something right, because her eyes went wide, and she came
with a sharp cry, her body shaking beneath his.
    Excitement stirred in his groin.
    Trey barely heard her whimper through the
haze his mind had become. The friction between them stroked his
shaft and he felt it harden even more, jutting up from his balls.
Slamming into her one last time, he stiffened, squeezing her hips
to keep her immobile as the buildup became so intense that he
reached the point of no return. Fire and ice ripped down his cock,
bursting from the tip like a geyser. Even through the barrier of
latex, he felt her contractions, the heat of his own seed, and the
way their bodies melded together in perfect harmony.
    Collapsing atop her, he lay there unable to
move, his muscles limp and heavy. When she started to caress his
heated skin again, he rolled off her, dragging her into his arms.
The quiet between them felt natural, calming, until their son took
that moment to cry out.
    Kelly shot out of bed, grabbing the first
thing she found, which was his robe laying over the foot of the
bed. Donning the heavy terry cloth, she rushed to the door and
fought the lock before she pulled it open and disappeared down the
hall.
    Trey moved more slowly, first cleaning up and
disposing of the used condom before he