Kayla Grosse

“Chads are usually stupid.”

To all the ho-ho-ho’s.

May your jingle balls be merry and bright…

and may this smut satisfy you all through the night.

“Call me that again, Riley, and I may have Jace tie you to my bed all night so I can hear you call me Sir while I make you come till Christmas morning.”

The only marks I want on her skin going forward are ones that Jace and I put on her.

“You have such a dirty mouth.”

His eyes darken. “The better to eat you with, my dear.”

Those lips were heaven to kiss—but around my cock? Fucking paradise.

And I know I tell you I love you, but admitting I love you that fucking much, with everything I have, it terrifies me.”

A small moan escapes my lip