Page 13 of Krampus Kruk
Kinky Krampus.
“Suffocate me with these thighs,” he says, barely lifting his head. The heat of his breath skates across my skin.
What?I giggle.He pats my thigh like he means it.Okay then.I cross my ankles behind his head and squeeze gently, my thighs brushing his ears.
He hums in approval, and the vibrations ripple straight through me. He’s slow. Focused. Way more deliberate than I would’ve guessed.Intentional.It’s throwing me off in the best way.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
He swats my pussy.
“Hey—!”
He meets my eyes, not moving. “No. Talking.”
No talking.Got it.
I nod with the stupidest fucking grin on my face. I’m having fun. I’mreallyfucking enjoying this. I’m not thinking about anything other than what this man is doing to me.
Escaping my life, check. Orgasm number one, approaching.
His fingers tease around me. He doesn’t go straight in—he just traces, shapes, opens and closes his fingers in a V around my entrance.
That’s new.
Fuck, does it feel good, especially with his tongue teasing my clit.
His other hand curls around my thigh, holding me open as he looks up at me, still working his fingers. “Why do you have to taste so good?”
I arch a brow, unsure if he wants a response. He shakes his head, the gesture answering my question. His tongue finds its way back to my clit, and I flinch, already so sensitive and ready to burst.
“Almost time,” he says, eyes closed.
I thread my fingers through his white hair, needing something to hold on to, but he grabs my wrist, pinning it above my head. It doesn’t interrupt his rhythm as he continues to build me up. His huge hand squeezes my wrist, and I resist the urge to fight. He’s completely in control—and I let him have it.
My thighs begin to shake, my breath catches, and I melt, giving in. I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me.
10
“My naughty girl.” I smirk, taking in her post-orgasm glow and naked body. I flip her over so her stomach rests on the cushion. I caress her ass, paying extra attention to the splotched skin and bruises. “These will be a reminder for you to fucking behave.”
She giggles, and I lean down, whispering in her ear. “I bet some people find the way you are insufferable. Your constant challenge of authority. Your condescending little noises. But I fucking love it.”
“Don’t fall in love with me.”
I don’t do that anymore.
“Baby girl, I can promise that won’t happen.” I squeeze her ass then flip her over, hovering above her.
“Baby girl,” she echoes.
“Tonight, you’re my baby girl.”
“Does that make you my Daddy then?” she asks, sass heavy.
“I don’t give a shit what you call me. But tonight, I own you.”
She’s fighting back a smirk, and I slam my lips to hers. “Indulge me,” I say, breaking our kiss. “Why did you walk into my bar?”
