Page 16 of Nuttin for Christmas

I didn’t look at her because my eyes kept falling shut but when her fingers focused on the tip, my eyes popped open and I moaned extra loud.

“Oh. So you like this?” She kept squeezing the mushroom head of my dick.

I just nodded; a hiss belted from my lips.

Feeling my orgasm rise, I tried warning her but she continued to toy with the head.

“You can cuss, baby.”

When she said that, I let out my first cuss word ever spoken.

“Fuck,” I drug out the word spilling my seeds into her hand as she continued to stoke my shaft up and down.

When she had drained me of cum, my eyes then found hers. I watched her as she removed her hand from my dick and lick each finger, sucking the remnants of my babies.

“That was my first Christmas gift to you,” she smiled, gently planting a kiss on my lips.

nine

Aisha Bell

A few dayshad gone by since my little sexcapade with Cordaé and I been to his house a few times after that. When we were together we had four play which included little things like kissing and touching but that was as far as we had gone.

Speaking about his wardrobe one day, I asked him if I could purchase him some clothes, underclothes like T-shirts and boxers and cologne to keep and wear at my house and he said yes, telling me the sizes he wore. Them tight underwear he had on wasn’t sexy and I needed to help him switch up his attire because he was too fine to dress the way he did. I also convinced him to get his ears pierced and was working on him getting some ink.

“Have you ever thought about wearing contacts.” I asked him on a different day while sitting on his lap.

“Not really. Why? What you tryna say? I’m ugly with glasses?”

“No. You know I think you’re fine as fuck,” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He and I still hadn’t had sex but he was a little more hands on with me. His shyness was slowly crumbling and because of me.

“So what’s wrong with my glasses?”

Pulling them off his face, I stared into his dark brown eyes. “Nothing, babe. You’re perfect just how you are.”

“That’s what the fuck I thought.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Cordaé sounded funny cussing.

“That sounded weird, huh?” He laughed.

“A little,” I pinched two fingers together. “You’ll get the hang of it though.”

“No, but seriously. Do you think I’d look better with contacts?”

“Why don’t we test them out and see one day.”

He nodded his head.

“Go get changed so we can go and wear something new I bought you,” I stood feeling him slap me on my ass.

We were headed toDisneylandbecause I loved it atChristmastime.

Ten minutes later, Cordaé exited my room wearing a red and white flannel shirt,Levi’s,wheat colored boots andLouboutincologne.

“Damn.”

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