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“Fuck, Hattie You’re so innocent, so good A virgin on ain I don’t deser—”

I press ainst his mouth “Stop I’m not perfect either I haven’t dated but it’s because I spentto love and lose Not wanting to get hurt But guess what, Hartley? I still got hurt I still lost I’ it safe I want to dive in, head-first And you may be a bad boy or whatever, a man who doesn’t kno to put words to how he feels, but so what? You don’t get to win the contest on baggage You have a mother who loves you and brothers wo are as crazy about her as you are A father who loves your ht be a total asshole for all I know — but you have a faive us a shot — and that’s all I want It’s all I want for Christmas”

He draws ainst my belly and he presses his forehead to mine “How the hell am I supposed to top that speech?”

I laugh, gasping at my vulnerability and the fact thisat me like I am a treasure

“I want to make all your Christmas wishes come true, Hattie I want to make you a Mistletoe I want to be a better man Your man I don’t kno the fuck to do it, but I swear to you, Cookie, I’ll try”

I close ain, this time with a deeper intensity, a raw need that nearly consudown at me He unhooks htfully, beautiful

He cups ently “You’re perfect,” he whispers “So damn perfect”

“I have plenty of flaws,” I say as he teases downas he takes me in

“Look at your red hair” He leans down, spreadingripe”

I s “I’m so wet… for you”

“I see that,” he says, leaning down and running his tongue over me “And sweet So damn sweet”

My toes curl as he bloarainst me, as he spreads my pussy and licks me up and down I bite my knuckles because the pleasure is so immediate, so utterly delicious

“Oh, god,” I cry “Oh god, Hartley… that’s… oh…”

He looks up at“Good to know that my bride likes her pussy licked”

I let out a s a finger, then another, until I aersfor him, wet and juicy, and we both seem to love it

“You’re fucking dripping for me, Hattie”

“Is that okay?” I pant