Page 65 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

I’m held captive by his chocolaty and lust-drunk pupils as he thrusts back and forth between my swollen lips. I suck every time he bottoms out, earning a pleasured sigh and long groans. Running my tongue on the underside, I lick his Jacob’s ladder.

“Christ! Look at you being a slutty cocksucker.”

Dragging his hand to my breast, he gropes and tugs at my nipples.

“Come for Master, little whore,” he commands, sensing I’m about to fall over the edge. “Come so I can give you my cum. Now, Twinkle.”

Blinding ecstasy tears me apart and I climax, grinding on the toys.

I climax so fucking hard, I see stars.

Fisting my hair, he loses control and pumps his cock repeatedly in my throat. I stare raptly at his chiseled face, his eyes thinning into slits and jaw locking tight just as his thrusts become jerky and uneven.

His shaft swells harder.

On the final plunge, my nose stabs against his groin and his first spurt erupts in my mouth. My lungs burn as he grinds and climaxes for long seconds.

I gulp each gush of his salty and tart cum.

There’s so much of it.

Some of it overflows out of my mouth when he finally withdraws. My forehead rests on his thigh as I pant rapidly. His breathing matching mine from above.

I feel treasured when he massages my head.

“You did so good, my precious slave,” he murmurs, kneeling beside me. Twisting me away from him, he carefully pulls out the dildo and the butt plug. Aftershocks lace my body.

I float in subspace, the adrenaline now coming down hard.

He places me on his lap, cocooning me into his strong arms. I bury my face against his neck, inhaling his spicy scent.

I don’t know how long we stay like this when slowly, I become aware of my surroundings. It hits me like a ton of bricks.

“Oh God! How are we going to walk out?” I whisper-hiss, burning bright red. “There’s no way she didn’t hear us, Kingston.”

“I don’t think we’re the first ones to make out in these rooms,” he jokes.

“Who even has a trial room at a sex toy store?” I murmur, suddenly finding it funny. “It’s like an open invitation for horny people.”

Kingston laughs and I smile at the sound that is slowly becoming my favorite.

Standing up, he pulls me to my feet and adjusts my dress until I’m decent. Pulling out a handkerchief, he cleans my face. Though, I’m sure it won’t work to hide the fact I got my face fucked.

“Any chance she has a restroom too?” I grumble.

“Don’t think so, darling.” Kissing my lips softly, he says, “I think I saw wipes; I’ll get them. Stay here.”

“Okay.”

He returns a minute later and dabs one underneath my eyes, where I’m guessing the mascara smeared.

Such a boyfriendly thing to do.

After another swipe at my cheek, he throws it in the bin in the corner.

“I don’t think I can meet her eyes when we pay for all this,” I say, embarrassed. “I’m going to hide behind you.”

“Making me your shield?”

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