Page 22 of Her Mountain Christmas
I skim my hand up to her breast, my thumb rolling over her nipple until it’s a hard little peak. She gasps, her bound wrists twisting against the garland, the tree creaking slightly. “Careful, sweetheart,” I murmur against her lips. “Wouldn’t want it to fall.”
She whines, her hips lifting off the rug, searching. I shift back, denying her again, and she lets out a frustrated little sound that makes my cock throb.
“This is what you get for teasing Daddy.” I kiss down her throat, my teeth grazing her collarbone before I suck one nipple into my mouth. She cries out, her back bowing, and I tease her nipple with my tongue, biting just enough to make her squirm. My free hand pinches and twists the other until she’s panting, writhing, moaning and whimpering.
I kiss lower, my lips trailing over her ribs, her stomach. Her skin is so fucking soft that it takes all of my restraint not to rush this. She’s trembling now, her thighs shaking as I nudge them wider. I can smell her pussy, the musky, feminine scent of her making my mouth water.
“Please, Daddy,” she begs, her voice raw. “Please. I’m sorry for teasing. Please.”
“Please what, sweetheart? What are you begging so sweetly for?”
“Your mouth. Please. Kiss me. Lick me. Taste me.” She spreads her legs even wider in invitation.
I lick up the inside of her thigh, slow, teasing, stopping just shy of her soaked and swollen cunt. She whines, her hips jerking, but the tree creaks in warning. I do it again, this time letting the tip of my tongue up her slit, tasting her for the first time.
Fuck. She tastes like heaven and sin, all wrapped up into one.
I groan against her cunt, breathing her in. “You taste so fucking good, Ella.” I drag my tongue up her slit, slow and deliberate, savoring the way she trembles and whimpers. Herhips jerk up, chasing my mouth, but I pull back, dropping kisses on her smooth, bare mound.
“Daddy!” Her voice is a breathy whine, her bound wrists twisting against the garland.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, kissing her inner thighs, teasing her outer lips.
“No!” She sounds horrified at the prospect, and I let out a low chuckle. I spread her pussy open with my thumbs so I can see every perfect, glistening inch of her.
“Look at you, sweetheart. Your clit is so hard and swollen. I can see you dripping from your used little hole. So pink and pretty. Mmm.” I kiss all around her pussy, tugging on her outer lips with mine, and she lets out a frustrated moan. Not wanting to push her too far—this time—I lick her again, flattening my tongue and dragging it from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She cries out, her back arching off the rug, and I do it again. And again. Until her thighs are shaking, her breath coming in ragged little gasps.
I pull back just enough to watch her glistening pussy clench at the loss of my mouth, her hips chasing me. I lay my hand on her trembling stomach, sweeping my thumb back and forth over her wet, swollen clit in slow brushes.
“Such a wet, messy girl for me,” I say, my voice heavy with praise. “Fucking delicious.” I dip my head and lick her, just once, and she lets out a pained groan. Her bound wrists twist against the garland.
“Daddy, please,” she breathes.
“Please what?” I tease, rubbing circles over her clit with my thumb. “You want my mouth back on this sweet cunt? Or do you want me to fuck it with my fingers first?”
I slide two fingers inside her without warning. She cries out, her back arching, her pussy clenching around me like she never wants to let go.
“Both,” she whimpers. “I want everything. I want your mouth and your fingers and your cock. I want it all, over and over again.”
I groan, my cock throbbing at her filthy words. “Such a greedy girl.” I pump my fingers in and out, my thumb still rubbing her clit in tight little circles. “You think you can take me again, sweetheart? I fucked you so hard last night. You must be sore.”
She clamps down on my fingers. “I am, and I don’t care. I want you again. I can take it. I need you to fill me up again.”
I lean down, sliding my fingers free and giving her clit a long, slow suck. “What a good girl you are for me, Ella, begging Daddy to stretch this pretty hole until it’s sore and used and dripping with my cum.”
She moans, her pussy clenching prettily around nothing. “Yes. Please, Daddy. I need it. I need you to kiss my pussy and make me come, and then stuff me full of cock. Please. Please.”
I groan, my cock throbbing at her desperate words. “You love being my dirty little sweetheart, don’t you?”
“Yes!” Her voice cracks, her back arching off the rug. “I love it. I love you!”
Her words are like a thunderclap, and I look up from between her legs. Her head lifts, our eyes meeting, heat and something more, something deeper and brighter shimmering in the air between us. “I love you,” she repeats, her voice a tremulous whisper.
My heart feels like it’s going to explode, it’s pounding so hard and fast. “I love you, Ella.” I kiss her clit, my eyes not leaving hers. “I’ve loved you since I first saw you.” I kiss her clit again. “I never used to believe in love at first sight. But now I do.”
“Jack,” she says, her voice thin with need, shaking with emotion. “I love you. I want to stay here with you. I don’t want to go back to my messy life in the city.”
I lick her all over, just once. “I don’t want you to go back, either. I want you stay here, with me.” Another lick. “I meant what I said last night. You’re mine now, and I’m not letting you go.”
