Page 44 of Christmas With The Kings
“Fuck,” I dragged the word out.
Her teeth scraped over me with enough force to make me hiss. I tugged her hair and pinched her nipples hard.
“Careful, now. I’ve trained you better than that, haven’t I, slut?”
“Mmm,” she murmured.
“Then show Daddy.”
My breathing became more ragged as she dialed me up. And, like the good fucking girl she was, she knew when the tip was no longer good enough.
“Suck me deep.” I fisted her hair roughly and moaned her name. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, malyshka.” My voice was rough, the warning before I completely lost myself in the moment.
She nodded enthusiastically, with my cock still in her mouth, and moaned around me. I pulled her further down, repositioning her. She enjoyed when I face-fucked her brutally. And damn, I needed it. But my girl could take it, and beautifully so. I leaned forward and fed my cock deeper into her mouth, keeping one hand under her neck for support.
“Such a good girl. You look fucking amazing, taking my cock like this.”
Over and over, I slipped further down until I was in her throat, cutting off her air supply, only to pull back and hear her gasp for air. She threw herself into the task with a hungry passion I’d not felt before, taking me right to the edge of oblivion.
I thrust my hips hard against her mouth, loving the feel of her. She became unglued when my hands moved to her breasts and I squeezed her nipples hard. Her arousal was so thick in the air that I lost all sense of reason, seeing her unhinged like this.
As I savagely twisted her nipples, I slammed my cock down her throat, fucking it proper. Pleasure danced up and down my spine in waves, and I practically screamed with pleasure. I let out a moan—a long, low howl as I fought to control myself. I stepped back right as I was about to come down her throat.
Panting and cursing under my breath, I slid her back down so that her head was on the seat again. Soft pants greeted me as she tried to figure out what was next. I grabbed one tube of lube and quickly coated the new plug I’d bought her. My hand slid down her body, pushing her still-bound legs apart.
She jumped when my finger slid through her slick cunt and dipped inside. “Oh, please,” she begged.
“You like that, my dirty little slut? Don’t answer, we both know you do. Let’s see if you like this.”
I rimmed her ass with the lubed plug, and she moaned. “Daddy.” It came out all choked and raw. I seated it inside her as she squirmed. Rewarding her, I leaned down and took her pussy into my mouth.
“Fuck,” she hissed, circling her hips up to meet my face. Within seconds, she was grinding, her body a quivering mess as I continued to lick and suck on her needy cunt.
I shoved two fingers inside, caressing her G-spot with precision. Fuck, she felt amazing and tight with the plug in place. I took her straight to the edge and kept her there, hovering, loving her desperate cries.
“You’re such a good fucking girl, I love it. You’re so desperate to come, aren’t you?”
“Yes, please, I need to. I can’t…oh… Please let me,” she continued to beg until she was a blubbering mess, sobbing so beautifully. “Daddy, I need it.”
I chuckled before closing my lips over her clit and sucking, only to pull back at the last second. “Mouth or cock?” I asked and then went right back at it.
“Oh God, oh God,” she cried out.
“Which one, baby girl, mouth or cock?”
“Both,” she screamed loudly, thrusting her hips faster against my fingers and mouth.
She was right on the edge when I pulled back, her body taut with unspent pleasure. The cry that tore from her throat was guttural and raw with frustration, release just out of reach. Tears spilled freely now, slipping beneath the blindfold, soaking the fabric as her chest heaved.
I moved instantly. My fingers found the knots with precision, unweaving the rope with practiced ease. Every tug was gentle, slow, and calculated. It was important to me that she understood I still had her, even in the undoing. Untying was just as sacred.
The moment the last coil dropped away, I eased her into a seated position, cradling her trembling form against my chest. Her breathing hitched. Her body was flushed, slick with sweat. I brushed my hands down her arms first, rubbing warmth back into her skin, coaxing circulation back.
Then her thighs. Her calves. Her wrists, each one kissed in passing. Her body sagged into me, limp and trusting, yet still wound tight. I caressed her cheek and then said the words I knew she wanted to hear.
“Straddle me, I need your skin on mine and that slutty cunt clenching me. I want you to come all over my cock.”
She sobbed as I positioned us on the couch. Grabbing her by the hair, I brought her lips close to mine.
