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    His cock began to rise slowly as he held her. She always had an uplifting effect on him. He grinned. He pushed her flat to the bed and rolled on top of her, pinning her arms and legs. She playfully struggled and tried to toss him off to no avail. “I’ve got you. You’re at my mercy, sub. Give in gracefully.”
    “Never.” Now she was laughing and was having a hard time trying to close her legs. “Oh, well, I guess I have to give in, as distasteful as that thought is.”
    “Did you say distasteful? Maybe you want to suck my cock before I take what is mine.”
    “Oh, Master. May I?” The naughty sparkle in her eyes made him laugh.
    “You had better do a good job, wench, or else you might be getting a lump of coal and a spanking for Christmas.” He inched his way up her body until his cock was within reach of her mouth. He let her move up on the pillows until she could encircled him with her soft lips. She took him into the hot cavern of her mouth. Her hands were still pinned to the bed, and he leaned back against her raised knees. She licked and sucked as he slowly began to stroke in and out of her mouth. He loved to look down on her and see his rock-hard dick disappearing between her lips. Mikaela gave the best head. She slowly took him deeper and deeper until he had an erection that could pound nails. He let her take him to the edge before he disengaged. She had a disappointed look on her face. “I want to come inside you, baby.”
    He moved down until he was lined up with her hot, wet pussy and drove in to the hilt. She gasped and adjusted the angle of her hips until she had accommodated his length and breadth. Then he began to pump into her slick heat. He reached down between their bodies and played with her clit. She was hot and rose to meet his thrusts, which were getting harder and faster. He could hear his own harsh breaths and feel the tension coiling in his muscles as he approached the crest. He backed off. He could tell she needed a little more time to catch up with him. He prided himself on the timing that allowed them to blast over the edge together most of the time. Her cunt was throbbing and gripping him as he slowly withdrew only to plunge in again and again.
    “Now, baby, let me have it now,” she cried. He increased his pace again and felt the electric current that pulsed straight to his cock as his semen blasted into her. She gripped his cock with her internal muscles and milked him for every drop as they both rode the wave of her climax.
    “Baby, that was incredible. I always think it can’t get better, and it always does.” He rolled until she was resting on top of his chest. He cupped the globes of her ass in his hands as his semierect cock nestled into the soft V of her thighs, looking for entry into heaven again.
    “It’s always perfect for us. I don’t know how we got so good at this, or so lucky.”
    He lightly slapped her bottom. “It’s skill, not luck.” She groaned and tried to take him in again. “Are you looking for round two already?”
    “Always, Master.” He rolled over again and got busy.
     
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    Mikaela gloried in the second orgasm that flickered through her like heat lightning. This was the way to start the day. This was the best present he could give her. But—speaking of presents—it was Christmas morning after all. And she did love to open presents. She lay in his arms as she slowly regained her breath. “Baby, do you want to call down for room service?”
    “Excellent idea.” He reached to the bedside table for the telephone and ordered breakfast. “I suppose you want your presents now.”
    “Absolutely. Let’s wait for the bellman and then eat on the balcony. I’ll get our robes so you can let him in.” She went to the closet for the robes and quickly slipped two small, wrapped boxes into her pocket.
    When their breakfasts of huge ham-and-cheese omelets, mimosas, and a carafe of the hotel’s rich French-roast coffee had been