Page 142 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

“I’ll take my chances.”

“Then crawl over here so I can watch properly.”

“I wish I had your huge cock inside me, stretching my hole,” she mumbles, testing my control as she plunges one finger inside her. Then, she frustratingly cries out, “Still not enough.”

“Then take it. You own it, remember.” She shakes her head, thrusting another digit. I pull at the rope, hard. “I won’t come, I promise.”

“I can’t risk it. I’ll beg for your cum. I love the way you fill me up.”

“Dammit, Twinkle.”

“Now you know how I feel when I’m at your mercy.”

Oh, how I do.

“Ahhh… yes!” She sighs after pinching her clit.

“Get. Over. Here.”

The naughty brat turns and straddles me in a reverse cowgirl position. I exhale in relief when she shifts back a little and spreads herself wider until I can see her pussy and her dark asshole.

“Shit!” I lurch up when my dick enters a warm and wet hole. Her filthy mouth. She thrusts me into her throat in tune to her fingers fucking her cunt.

Garbled moans reach my ears as she multitasks like a perfect whore.

I want to bite down on her ass cheeks, but she’s too far away from my mouth.

“Oh, darling, no,” I gruffly say when a large dildo appears in my line of sight right before she replaces her fingers with it.

I’m done for.

The wet squelching noises her tight pussy makes are downright crude. I can’t look away as her walls suck the entire toy to the hilt. It’s so wide, I can peek inside every time she withdraws.

I buck into her suctioning mouth, bringing me to the edge without letting me fall. The moment she’s close, my cock slips from her lips and her ass jerks.

“I’m… going… to come.”

“Do it,” I rasp. “Come for me, Twinkle.”

The toy drops to my chest as she shouts in ecstasy and climaxes hard. “Kingston.” My name falls from her lips.

Just as the last shudder leaves her, she slumps down. I’m still hard as a fucking rock, but I don’t care. I just need to touch and take care of her.

After she’s calmed down a little, I softly command, “Untie me, darling.”

It takes her a beat to rise and do as I say. I grab and pull her down next to me as soon as I’m freed.

“Let me see your wrists,” she says.

I lay her back down and cuddle her. “They’re fine.”

Hugging me back, she buries her face in the crook of my neck. I massage her hair and she melts like butter.

“I’m still not allowing you to come,” she mumbles. “No matter how amazing your snuggles are.”

I laugh. “Sleep.”

“I love you,” she whispers right before her breathing evens out.

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