65 Jingle Your Bells

You Ring My Bell

Hey Baby, you jingle my bell
the way you run your fingers
across my skin
makes me want you
again and again

Yes, Honey, you jingle my bell
with your million-dollar smile
vibrant and bright
you make the holidays
merry and right

That’s right, Sugar, you jingle my bell
you love me good
you love me well

You, my darling, jingle my bell
you’re my personal
Mr./Mrs. Crinkle
keep ringing my bell
jingle, jingle, jingle

Phoenix Wright and Maya Fey
Edgeworth’s Love Shack, Empire Bellagio Penthouse
December 24, 2024, 8:00 PM

The evening had been perfect despite everything, the ex-attorney mused as he went into the master bedroom and pulled off the holiday sweater Trucy had given him as an early Christmas gift and stepped out of his jeans. The company had been wonderful as always, and the Gumshoes had provided their guests with a decadent feast, along with a plate of leftovers to take home, which he doubted they would dive into. He figured it was more for his gluttonous girlfriend than himself; Phoenix was perfectly full until breakfast the following morning.

And I’ve got some very special breakfast plans for us tomorrow, he chuckled to himself as he changed back into his comfortable sweatpants and T-shirt. But first, there’s the matter of dessert, and treating a certain vixen to a not-so-silent night as her ‘secret’ wish list dictated…

These were the more naughty than nice thoughts that had been plaguing the card shark’s mind all evening and had continued as soon as they got back to Edgeworth’s condo.  In fact, he was so entranced with visions of Maya’s sugar buns dancing in his head that he was certain he had to be losing his mind when he heard the unmistakable sounds of his girlfriend rustling around and then the tell-tale of pots and pans banging in the kitchen. 

Jiminy Christmas! What on in the name of roasting chestnuts could my lover possibly be whipping up – not even two hours since our decadent holiday food orgy?!

Since Maya was spending Christmas Day with Pearl in Kurain, the couple would be celebrating Christmas together that evening. As much as he loved his friends, the hobo had been nearly bursting with impatience for the festivities to end and Gordy to be put to bed so he could go have his girlfriend all to himself. Now here they were, alone at last … and she was cooking something?!

This simply wouldn’t do! The lusty hobo had one hell of a craving to satisfy, but it wasn’t for food!

Grumbling to himself about his lousy luck of falling in love with a woman with a bottomless pit for a stomach, he opened the door of the bedroom and padded down the hall, noticing the culinary noises had ceased and now been replaced by the sweet sounds of Christmas carols playing from the living room stereo.

“I’m coming out with one of your presents, my love, so we can do the gift exchange now,” Phoenix called as he neared the room, his mystery box in his hands. He’d hidden it in his overnight bag before heading into the shower earlier that evening; unlike himself, Maya wasn’t very good about waiting. Her childlike inquisitiveness meant her curiosity often overruled her joy of being surprised, so he often needed to put in the extra effort of hiding her gifts to keep her from sneaking a peek.

The aroma of hot chocolate greeted him as he walked into the living room – and stopped dead in his tracks. He’d been planning on giving his other half her main gift that night instead of the following morning in case they got rushed and had been plotting about the best way to surprise her with it, but those plans had just gotten tossed out the window.

Because lounging on the chaise longue, next to the decorated tree, was a Christmas present that beat the hell out of anything he’d ever seen wrapped up for him with a bow.

His lover, Maya Fey … Maya Fey in Christmas-themed lingerie.

Better yet, Maya Fey in see-through, Santa’s Naughty Little Helper lingerie.

She was wearing a sexy scarlet one-piece, comprised of nothing more than lots of see-through chiffon material, and his hungry gaze was immediately drawn to her swelling ivory globes, with their pert nipples pressing against the peek-a-boo fabric, poured into unlined lace cups, secured with a shining satin bow. Thigh-high stiletto boots, made of shiny black leather, adorned her shapely legs, and her lustrous obsidian mane fell in satiny waves down to her practically exposed buttocks, with a velvet red-and-white Santa hat atop her head.

His eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

The siren had managed to morph from her red sweater dress into these temperature-rising unmentionables within the two minutes it’d taken him to get out of his attire?! Where had she stashed that outfit?! Or had she been wearing this underneath all along?!

She smiled impishly at his awestruck expression.

“Merry Christmas, Saint Nick.”

“Mrs. Claus,” he croaked. “My, my, my… you’ve … changed.”

“I needed to slip into something more comfortable.”

Maya stood then and he saw that she was wearing a matching red, floor-length silk robe with faux white fur trim. She also held a wrapped gift in her hands.

He finally picked his jaw up off the ground.

“Nice Christmas outfit, you little Vixen.”

“Oh, this is just the wrapping,” she winked as she handed him the package. “You’ll get the present shortly. But first, open your other gift.”

He opened his box and smiled, trying to look as surprised as a man who had secretly read his girlfriend’s gift list could possibly appear.

“Wow, this is so nice, my love. Thank you.”

It was a very thoughtful present; an annual membership for the Juice of the Month Club, which sent a three-pack of juices and nectars to someone special all year round, in monthly specialty packs which included two bottles of 100% fruit juices and one of premium freshly pressed, 100% fruit nectars.

“Do you honestly like it?” Maya asked nervously. “I know you love your grape juice but there are other flavors, too.”

“Most definitely.” He read the card insert and whistled appreciatively. “Pecco Sparkling Grape Juice, Germany…Organic Red Grape Juice, Austria… Sparkling Syrah & Valdiguie Grape Juice, Castello di Amorosa…wow, this is high-end stuff. I love it!”

“You’re so hard to shop for!” She laughed. “I emailed Mr. Edgeworth to ask for ideas and he recommended piano lessons!”

What an ass! He hasn’t even heard me play, except that one time, nearly six years ago! I’d like to think I’ve evolved somewhat since then!

In the spirit of the holiday season, though, the hobo fought back his indignation and beamed at his girlfriend.

“Well, he sure knew how to steer you in the right direction if he talked you out of musical instruction and convinced you this was a better option. It’s great. Thank you, my love.”

Phoenix drew her into his arms. Her kiss and the feel of her body beneath her robe reawakened his concupiscence for her. After a minute he forced himself to let her go.

“OK, time for your gift.” He retrieved her present from under the tree, where it’d fallen from his hands the moment that he’d set eyes on the sexiest Mrs. Claus he’d ever seen. “I hope you like it.”

He watched as she removed the wrapping with eyes as excited as those of a child from the corner of his eye as he bent down and threw a couple of logs into the fireplace. He’d just gotten the fire going when she spoke from behind him, now sounding utterly bewildered.

“Nick, what is all this?”

Phoenix stood up and turned around. The spirit medium was wearing a perplexed smile on her face as she pointed to the items in the box, which contained some CD-ROMs and a bunch of newspaper clippings. He handed her one with a flourish, an expectant smile on his mien.

Her brows knitted together in confusion as she looked at the item in her hand.  It was from the Ivy College Newspaper, containing an article about a soon-to-be graduating law student.

He smiled excitedly when she still seemed puzzled.

“Apollo Justice?” She was completely flummoxed. “What kind of a name is that?!”

“What’s in a name?” He dismissed, waving his hand. “It’s no weirder than April May, or Penny Nichols! Maya, I didn’t want to get into it at the Gumshoe’s place earlier tonight, but this was my Christmas present to you! Don’t you get it? It’s my evidence to prove that I do have an action plan in mind to fix this whole disbarring mess and clear my name!”

Understanding slowly began to dawn on her.

“You’d said you needed to find yourself a good lawyer… but that it would take months, even years…” She glared at him. “You got me all worked up about earlier tonight, making me think I’d be putting my life on hold for even longer than I already have, for nothing, Nick? How could you?!”

“I’m sorry to have lied to you like that but there are some things that I wanted to keep just between us for now, my love. I hope you understand… I certainly wasn’t counting on being put on the spot like that and having the whole issue of our secrecy come up in front of the Gumshoes,” Phoenix apologized, leaning down and pressing a swift kiss on her forehead. He looked positively giddy. “The truth is, Maya, that no, it won’t take years. Because I’ve finally found him! I’ve found my lawyer!”

The diviner was intrigued by her lover’s uncharacteristic enthusiasm. He was like a happy little boy who was pleading with her to share in his revelation of a newly discovered toy. Ergo, she decided to temporarily set aside her anger – for now.

She squinted at the photo of Apollo in the article.

“What’s with his hair, Nick? He looks like a little devil! Are those… horns?!”

“Your boyfriend has porcupine spikes, so I can’t believe you’d pick on anyone else for their hairdo after that!” Phoenix chuckled. “At least, I sure can’t! But no, silly girl, look closer. They’re not horns!”

“You’re right…” she scrunched up her pretty face as she held the clipping closer. “More like radio antennae … I bet you he can tune into Tokyo with those things!”

“Maya!” Phoenix laughingly admonished. “Be nice! It’s merely a bad photo. The kid simply has spiky hair, too, just like I do. Whether or not his are natural or not is what remains to be seen!”

“Sorry, Nick,” she sighed with acquiescence. “Please, regale me full details now about your findings and this Clarion of Revelations! Full disclosure is part of my holiday package, is it not?”

Maya curled up next to him by the fire and listened as the card shark revealed, at last, the details of his latest investigations. She realized that he had been up to quite a lot. He had recordings of conversations from way back when, as well as detailed reports about evidence and a whole bunch of complicated legal spiel that Edgeworth had taken note of and put together – all stuff that was out of her realm of comprehension.

Phoenix explained how he wanted to formulate some sort of trap for Trucy’s father to slither up from whatever rock he’d been hiding under, and then have Apollo retry the case of Magnifi Gramarye, Trucy’s grandfather.

The whole thing sounded quite convoluted and frankly, a little insane.

But this is Nick. If anybody can do it, he can, the psychic tried to convince herself, trying to squelch the old familiar misgivings creeping up on her again. I need to believe in him, the way he’s always believed in me.

Maya wanted to be supportive and optimistic about Phoenix’s newfound, rekindled hope. She understood that his last trial had been quite complicated. However, what she still didn’t grasp was why it meant they had to keep mum about their relationship. After half an hour of listening to his theories, she finally exploded with exasperation.

“Forgive me for sounding like a broken record, Nick, but as promising as Mr. Horny sounds, all this still doesn’t clarify the $64,000 question that you refuse to answer!”

Phoenix looked taken aback; he’d thought she’d be happier about his progress.

“What are you talking about, Maya?”

“Why are we living this way?” She demanded. “I just don’t understand! Our friends all know, and Pearly knows. So why, Nick? Give me one good reason why we can’t be open about the fact that we’re together!”

“Maya…” He expelled a long breath. “Are you willing to give me … six months?”

“Six months? That’s it?” She eyed him wearily. “In half a year, you’re telling me that we can finally come out of hiding like mole people?”

“I promise you, Maya.” He cradled her face in his hands and regarded her with earnest eyes. “If I can’t get this all cleared up in six months, I’m going to grab Trucy, rescue you and Pearls from the elders’ wrath, and then the four of us can move to someplace far, far away. Start a new life somewhere – anywhere. I don’t know where – like maybe to Canada or something.”

As crazy as it all seemed, as crazy as Phoenix often seemed, for the first time in forever, the Master felt a sense of peace. Of relief.  Yes, she often wondered at times if her swain was just an overly paranoid lunatic, but he was her paranoid loon.  He belonged to her. She belonged to him. End of story.

“You win Nick.” Maya snuggled closer to him and flashed an impish grin. “I shall start practicing my Canadian, just in case, eh? Did you know that aside from poutine, maple syrup, and bacon, Canadians are famous for their beer being comparatively stronger than American pee-pee water?”

Phoenix, who didn’t drink at all save for champagne on New Year’s Eve, arched an amused eyebrow at his equally non-drinking girlfriend.

“OK, so Northerner barley is stronger… And?” He prompted. “Your point being…?”

“Therefore, their men look cuter!” Maya giggled. “They do say beauty is in the eye of the beer holder, right, Nick?”

“Drink till he’s cute – then wake up to Coyote Ugly!” Phoenix cracked up and kissed her nose. “Such is the true North’s motto!”

They spent the next little while chatting about the forged diary page, the guns, and the pointy-haired young man Phoenix had decided to place his fate upon. Amidst the items in the box, Maya retrieved a different photo of Apollo Justice, this one in color, where he was wearing a sharp-looking red suit with a red vest.

She refrained this time from japing about how the combination of red and the horns made the lad look very much like a pointy-haired devil, because in actuality, Apollo, although baby-faced, was quite a handsome young man. Moreover, with this more flattering picture, she could confirm that he didn’t actually have horns. The photo had quotes from him about why he was studying to be a defense attorney. His words were so reminiscent of her late older sister is gave her a creepy sense of déjà vu, almost as though the future red attorney was channeling Mia and she was speaking through him somehow.

The necromancer held the photo up next to the DILF and smirked.

“You know, he is quite the cutie pie! In fact, he kind of looks like you, don’t you think? Like a younger mini-Nick!” She teased. “I bet you could pass for his Daddy!”

“The cat’s out of the bag! I guess I forgot to mention that I fathered him when I was 11.” He rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “I think you need to get your eyes checked – he and I look nothing alike, aside from the spiky hair! However, what’s weird is I do think he sort of looks like Trucy, of all people if you squint your eyes a bit.”

It was Maya’s turn to crack up now at how ridiculous her boyfriend looked doing his Squint Eastwood impression, his eyes pinched almost shut, scrutinizing the photo and appearing slightly constipated!

“I wish I could meet Apollo,” she sighed. “There is something oddly comforting about this guy … he’s got a good aura to him, you know? If he means half of what he said in those essays and those mock trial transcripts, that means he’s got to be a really good guy. The only problem is that since he’s going to work for Kristoph Gavin, post-graduation, what chance do you have?”

“I can’t afford to pay him,” he acknowledged with a shrug. “But I’m betting on the fact that as Kristoph’s so-called friend, I can use my connection to him.”

“You’re acting as Kristoph’s friend? This is the same guy who, along with his brother, you and Mr. Edgeworth suspect could have been behind the whole thing?”

“Yes, he is, and yes we do.” Phoenix raked a hand through his spikes. “I’m inherently aware of how psychos like Gavin work, Maya. I know Kristoph. His hubris and his narcissism will make him think he can’t be caught; that he’s the king shit who can’t be beaten. The German’s too self-enamored and inflated with his sense of self-importance that he can’t see what I can already determine very clearly – that Apollo is a far more superior lawyer than he could ever be.”

“How can you make such a bold claim, Nick? You don’t even know this kid.”

“I’ve been watching him,” the ex-lawyer admitted sheepishly. “I’ve seen some of his mock trials at the college. Maya, he’s really good. He’s better than I ever was.”

“Better than you, Nick? Impossible. You were a legend,” she declared loyally. “I don’t believe that for a minute!”

“As flattering as that is my love, I’m only telling the truth. I showed you those papers he’s written about why he’s a defense attorney. This kid is an amazing genius. Just brilliant.”

The psychic didn’t want to undermine this admittedly impressive-sounding young man, or worse, her boyfriend’s choices, but this was such a huge gamble. They both had a lot at stake here.

“He’s still only a kid, Nick,” she pointed out cautiously. “And that’s an awful lot of faith you’re bestowing in him.”

“He’s only a year or two younger than I was when I started at Mia’s practice,” Phoenix reminded her, undaunted. “I was just a kid too, remember?”

“Nick, I love you.” The village leader’s dark eyes were uncharacteristically serious now. “And more than anything, I want to be with you. I’ve known you since I was a kid; I have loved you since I was one myself … but neither of us is a kid anymore. I’m tired of lying and sneaking around. It isn’t fun anymore. As much as I’ve always liked sharing secrets with you, now I’m ready for it to be over, and just be with you like a normal girl can be with her boyfriend. I hope I’m not the only one who feels this way.”

“I gave you my word, my love. In six months, if I can’t fix or resolve this mess, I’m going to throw all my research efforts into investigating where we want to move to – as a family.”

“Six months is still a long time,” she pouted. “Why can’t Pearly and I just move in with you and Trucy now?”

He dropped his gaze from hers then so she could no longer read his face.

“Maya … If my plans with Apollo don’t work, I don’t want any of us to stay in the city. Let’s just hope it won’t come to that. Are you still willing to tough this out with me?”

“Like you need to ask,” she sighed. “My answer will never change, so you may as well stop asking.”

She was in his arms then, giving him her lips, sealing her words with a kiss. He tasted like peppermint candy canes and kissed like a bad boy. Her lips parted with a sigh and he dipped his tongue inside, stroking hers. She felt the jolt straight to her toes … and points in between. She kept her head long enough to think, no matter how rough things seem for us at times, I always know that in the end, it’ll be like this, and then she stopped thinking entirely and just let herself feel.

Phoenix Wright and Maya Fey. It was set in stone as far as she was concerned. They belonged together. As she’d always said, they were partners.

Like Bonnie and Clyde. We go together, ride, or die.

Saint Nick was just starting to fantasize about what his Mrs. Claus would look like without that robe on when suddenly, she broke the smooch.

“I made us hot chocolate. Go get some.”

He shook his head.

“The only hot thing I want right now is you.”

He went after her lips again, but she laughingly leaned away.

“No baby. I made it from scratch,” she insisted. “None of that pour from a packet instant crap. I want to see how you like it, OK?”

Phoenix gave up trying to sample his lover’s natural sweetness and loped into the kitchen, following the aromas of hot chocolate. As he poured himself a steaming mug, Maya turned on some music, and The Temptations’ classic version of Silent Night began playing softly.

“Nick, for this long-awaited, beautiful gift of reassurance and promise you’ve given me, you know you’re gonna get it, right?”

“Get what, exactly?”

“Whatever it is you want, it’s yours.” She met his eyes with a scorching expression. “…anything.”

“You’re all I want for Christmas,” he told her hoarsely. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted and needed, for the rest of the year. For the rest of my life.”

His stunning sexpot flashed him a sultry smile. She shimmied next to the tree, then released the sash encircling her trim waist. As he watched, she peeled her gown off her shoulders, let it drop to the carpet, and stepped out of it.

Phoenix was glad that he hadn’t been sipping the hot chocolate at that moment – because if he had been, he would have choked to death.

Maya wore the mother of all red teddies under that robe – if you could call the assemblage of lace and string laces hugging her luscious frame a teddy. The sexy number was completely bare in the back, festooned with more satin bows on the hips, and the back center of the ruffled cheek panties. The lace was barely enough material to cover her nipples and the cleft of her sex. The polished magatama necklace encircling her neck sparkled under the lights on the Christmas tree.

Phoenix gawked at her, awed by her beauty.

Then she turned slowly around, and his heart slammed as he saw the tiny red thong panties – the string at the back of the teddy disappearing in the cleft of her rounded buttocks.

He sat his mug down and was across the room in an instant, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He kissed the base of her neck. His hands caressed her breasts and then slid lower, seeking out her treasure.

As he kissed her, she whispered, “Do you remember the first time we were here, when we made love, how good it was?”

By way of reminder, she pressed her bottom back against him, grinding her ass against his throbbing manhood.

“I remember,” he murmured into her neck. “How could I ever forget?”

“I want to make this Christmas blow that memory out of your mind.”

She flashed him a siren smile that made his pulses throb.

“I’m always ready to slide down your chimney…”

“First things first,” she whispered. “Now, reach into your stocking, Saint Nick, and pull out your little holiday bonus treat.”

Phoenix walked backward to the fireplace, never once taking his searing gaze off his siren, who’d settled back onto the armchair, and blindly fumbled into the sock, finally retrieving a small plastic bottle.

Because they were celebrating the holiday, Maya selected a fragranced body lotion called Dreamy Chocolate Mint.

“Consider this a treat that’s part of your holiday package.” She licked her lips. “Now strip down,
Not-So-Saint Nick.”

He was already lifting his shirt.

“Want to sit on my lap ….  and tell me if you’ve been a naughty or nice little girl this year?”

Maya tittered softly. Then she tucked her legs under her, rose onto all fours, and crawled down the chaise toward him.

Phoenix watched his sex kitten with ravenous eyes.

It’s official – my cock is now so rock hard that you could hang an ornament from it.

“Well, I’ve tried to be nice, but every time I look at you, Not-So-Saint-Nick, the naughty just takes over.”

Maya bit her lip – because she knew it drove him crazy – and watched his every move as he tossed his shirt on the floor. Her eyes caressed his arms, chest, and abs, then focused on his fingers as he slowly untied the drawstring on his joggers and slid them down his toned legs, stifling a slight gasp as she crawled up to him and with a surprisingly strong push, shoved him so that he toppled backward and sitting flat on his rear on the rug in front of the fire.

“Besides,” she breathed. “I’ve always thought nice was way too overrated anyway…”

She crawled over to him so she was kneeling by his feet, her hands slowly sliding up his firm thighs.

“My love,” he murmured. He couldn’t take being toyed with right now. She’d gotten him so worked up that if he let her manipulate him anymore, he’d be jacking off in front of her. Grimacing, he reached down, took her by the wrist, and eased her hand away. “You’re making it damn difficult to remember I still haven’t given you all your Christmas presents yet.”

“Later,” the normally gift-hungry Burger Queen dismissed impatiently. “Christmas is a time for giving. And I’m not through giving with you yet, Nick. After all…” she leaned forward so he could feel her warm breath at the top of his thighs. “I know that you know it was on my list to do this…”

She was going to put her mouth on him. Wrap those soft, sultry lips around his shaft and brand him for life. And when she did, she could kiss goodbye any idea of getting the rest of her gift this evening. He’d never make it to tonight without fucking her senseless first. Phoenix gripped her shoulder, torn between dragging her descending mouth away from his stone granite erection and holding her in place.

Her breath whispered against his skin, a mere pulse point away from his swollen cock head.

“Let me please you, Nick.”

It wasn’t the searing heat of her lips as they slid over the blunt tip or the mind-blowing suction as she took him into the back of her throat that sent him staggering backward onto the rug. No, what dropped him onto his back, and completely at her mercy, was her desire to give him pleasure. He couldn’t remember, in his lifetime, when he’d never craved a connection more than he did right now. He’d never thought to be this close to a partner, never expected to feel that pang in his chest that made it seem as if his heart would burst from the emotions welling up inside him.

She loved that part of his body; loved being on her knees in front of him, digging her fingers into the tight muscles of his ass as she stroked his manhood and sucked him until he couldn’t stand it anymore. And she loved it when he lost his famous control, threading his fingers through her hair, holding her head as he drove himself between her greedy lips, faster and faster, until he exploded, flooding her mouth and her senses at the same time. The salty sweetness, the musky smell, the contradiction of soft and rough textures –all of it was pure, undiluted Phoenix.

Maya gazed up at him once more, finding the sated pleasure still etched over his beauteous features. Bottom lip swollen from biting it, black hair moist with sweat and clinging to his temples, the DILF truly did wear debauchery well.

“And a ho-ho-ho to you,” she purred, with a satisfied smile.

He popped open one eye and caught her knowing smirk.

“You feeling proud of yourself, are you, Miss Fey?”

“Very,” she replied smugly.

“In that case…” he shot up then with a newfound burst of unexpected energy. “I do believe there were a few other items on that wish list of yours that needed full-filling…”

The next thing Maya knew, she was lying flat on her back, her skimpy lingerie promptly cast aside as she found herself suddenly being the lucky recipient of the world’s naughtiest massage, with the very same holiday lotion she’d purchased for her boyfriend!

As he massaged the scented lotion into her soft skin, Phoenix made sure he covered every inch of her body, from her neck to her toes. He loved touching her, loved the smooth softness of her skin, the swell of her feminine curves, the heat that radiated off her in waves of pure, raw femininity.

The fragrance had him thinking about something sweet. He was thinking that Maya’s body was his candy – especially a certain part of her. He gazed down at said candy as she lay with her eyes closed, enjoying his hands. She’d shaved down there, probably so that she could wear the hell out of that scarlet teddy she had on.

Chocolate candy. 

Plump, sweet slices.

With a juicy center.

The curse and the benefit of having a mind like his was that rather than always living in the moment, his active imagination often had him visualizing the ‘what ifs’ in life. Like right now, he imagined the taste of his girlfriend’s juices on his tongue. He imagined how her naked sex would look as his erection parted those smooth, delectable-looking lips, how they would spread to accept his thickness and pulsate around him as he sank into her sweetness up to the hilt.

Okay, fuck this massage. He wanted some candy.

He pressed his lips against the swell of her pubic mound, just above the top of her cleft. She sighed and pushed up against his mouth. He slid his tongue down, between the folds, pausing for a moment to give her clit a quick flick.

Maya shivered and inhaled through her teeth, making a hissing sound.

“You like that?” He probed. Yeah, he knew it was a completely redundant question. But he liked to hear her express her need.

“Mmm, yes,” she sighed. “God, yes.”

He pressed his lips against her smooth, plump candy. She moaned in response.

Phoenix lifted his face.

“I want you to come for me. I want to drink you up. Do you want to come for me?”

“Mmm, yes, Santa baby…”

“Then say it, you naughty vixen.”

“I want to come for you,” she rasped.

Phoenix smiled and closed his mouth over her sex.

Maya groaned and thrashed when she came. As if the intensity of her orgasm was too much to bear, she tried to move away from him, but he showed her no mercy. He gripped the cheeks of her bottom and held her trapped against his mouth as he sucked her hard, trying to drink her up for real.

But he wasn’t done with her. He wanted all of his candy, in every way.

Even as Maya shuddered and moaned through her bliss, Phoenix rose, gripped her feet, and pushed her legs up and back, until her body was nearly folded in half with her knees on the rug on either side of her head. He positioned himself and pushed, sinking into her still convulsing wetness.

Usually, he had to take it slow, allowing her to gradually adjust to his girth. But right now, she was more than ready for him. He sank into her halfway on the first long, slow thrust.

She grabbed her own legs then, behind her knees, signaling her acceptance and her need.   Phoenix braced himself with his hands on the ground.

“Do you want to make love?” He asked with a devilish grin.

Maya stared up at him, her eyes smoldering like liquid brown fire.

“No,” she rasped.

“What do you want then?”

Through clenched teeth, she moaned, “I want you to fuck the shit out of me.”

“You were right,” he growled, as he set out to do just that. “Nice is way too overrated…”