Page 76 of Christmas With The Kings
“Better?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered, my body languid in his arms.
“I heard from a little birdy that you were complaining to Isabella…lamenting about some book you read…what was it again?”
He paused while I snuggled with him. My mind was drifting in the lull of the moment so I was only partially tracking. But once he spoke the next part, I sputtered, the memory coming back to me in stark vividness.
“Oh, that’s right, something about DVP?”
My face went up in flames. I shifted as heat crawled up my neck. I didn’t dare look at him, not when every inch of me felt exposed. Me and my big mouth.
“I’m sorry to say, I can’t accommodate that request since you aren’t allowed to fuck anyone except my brothers. And our dicks will never be in the same hole at the same time, but we can improvise.”
“We can? How?” My eyes drifted to the blade. Surely he didn’t mean…
He chuckled. “Even I’m not that insane,” he huffed. Then he reached for the condom covered blade, pulling it free and flinging it to the side.
Pulling back, he murmured, “Take my cock out, and let’s fill that pussy, shall we?”
I nodded, and my hands shot out. Making quick work of his pants, I had him freed in seconds. My fingers clamped around his thick, hard cock, and I stroked him, relishing in the heat of his skin.
A guttural groan was the only response. My eyes fluttered closed, my lips trembled, afraid that I might do something to break this spell. He peeled my hands away and eased my body into position. On all fours again.
“I’m going to fuck you. It will be rough—hard. I expect you to use your safeword if it’s too much, understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I moaned in response because, truthfully, I wanted nothing more than for him to take me like the savage he was.
He dug around in the backpack. I took several deep breaths wondering if he was going to grab a condom to fuck my ass. My cheeks clenched in response. He’d never fucked me with more than the tip of his cock there, too afraid to hurt me.
“Open your eyes, little love.”
I hadn’t realized I had closed them. He was kneeling in front of me, his cock leaking magnificently. Then, a swirled candy cane was touching my lips.
“Be my good, girl, and open that mouth of yours. You’re going to suck on this to get it ready.”
A shiver coursed through me as he pushed the tip of what I now could see and feel was a dildo. As he slid it into my mouth, I realized it had a raised feel to it. The red spirals traveled up and down the length of it and the top was rounded. It wasn’t near as girthy as some of my other toys, and then it all made sense.
I sucked back the toy in his hand like the greedy little whore I was, and my gag reflex kicked in. Fighting it back, I held onto that toy with a vise grip, bobbing up and down on it like it was the real thing. I knew my blowjobs, and from the way he hissed, he was imagining me sucking him off.
He pulled the toy all the way out and rubbed the tip across my swollen lips. “Tits down.”
I reacted immediately, lowering my upper body down, and keeping my eyes glued to him.
He moved behind me, and then the dildo rubbed against my clit several times before he plunged it deep into me. Lazily, he fucked me, establishing a rhythm.
“Look at you, letting me work your pussy. Do you like the way it feels?”
“Yes, Sir,” I panted. Fuck, it was so good.
When he guided my hand down to the base of the toy, I realized it had a curved handle like a real candy cane.
“Take it and fuck yourself with it and let me watch.”
I thrust it deep inside, swirling it. The raised edges of it danced along my inner walls. He moaned and murmured something under his breath. It made me bold, so I worked it out and then back in again.
It was dirty and oh so delicious. His moans set my body on fire, sending a full-body current through me. My pulse clawed for control as I panted, once more my orgasm built low in my stomach. My fingers curled around the handle of the toy.
“Spread wider for me.” He shoved my hand away and took over with the dildo.
