Page 23 of Her Mountain Christmas
“I want to stay. I don’t know what I’ll do, but—”
I cut her off with a filthy kiss right against her clit, my lips sealing over it as I suck lightly. We can talk about the future later. Right now, I want her focused on pleasure. She moans my name, her body convulsing as she barrels towards the edge, and I back off.
“Such a greedy little pussy,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her swollen clit. “You like that, don’t you? Daddy’s tongue on your pretty cunt?”
“Yes!” she gasps, her hips lifting, trying to force more contact. “Please, Daddy, don’t stop. I need you.”
“I know what you need.” I suck her clit into my mouth, my tongue flicking over it in tight little circles. Her whole body jerks, a broken moan spilling from her lips. I can feel her getting closer, her muscles tensing, her breathing jagged. So I pull back, blowing a cool stream of air over her clit.
She whines, her thighs trembling, hips writhing and bucking, seeking out my mouth. “Daddy, I’m so close!”
“I know you are, sweetheart.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh, my fingers tracing her entrance, teasing her but not giving her more. “But you don’t come until I say so. Understand?”
She lets out a frustrated sound, but then she nods, her voice shaking. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I reward her with another slow lick, my tongue fucking into her entrance just enough to make her squirm. “You taste so fucking sweet. I could eat this pretty pussy all day.” I suck on her clit again, harder this time, and her hips buck against my face. I work her clit with my lips and tongue, sucking,polishing, licking. I can feel her getting closer, her body coiling tight, and I pull back again, denying her.
“Daddy!” she cries, her voice desperate. “Please, I need to come. I need you to make me come.”
I groan, my cock throbbing at the way she begs so sweetly. “You think you deserve it?” I ask, my fingers sliding inside her, fucking slowly.
“Yes!” she moans, her cunt clenching around my fingers. “Please, Daddy, I’ll be so good. I promise, I’ll be so good for you.”
I suck her clit into my mouth, my tongue working her in tight, relentless circles. I pump my fingers inside her, dragging them over her engorged g-spot. “Come for me, sweetheart,” I say, my voice rough with lust and emotion. “Come all over Daddy’s face like a good girl.”
Her back arches almost violently, her thighs clamping around my head as she comes with a loud, long moan. She erupts like fucking fire hose, gushing against my lips, my chin, into my mouth and down my throat. I groan, drinking her down like a man dying of thirst. She’s sobbing, her cunt pulsing against my tongue, her juices coating my face as I lap at her, greedy for every last drop. Fuck, she’s drenching me, her little body shaking so hard the tree branches rattle above us.
I don’t stop until she’s whimpering, oversensitive, her hips jerking away from my mouth. Only then do I pull back, her taste lingering on my tongue. I kiss the insides of her thighs, letting her come down slowly. Her skin is flushed, her chest heaving, her bound wrists still tangled in the garland.
She looks so completely angelic and debauched at the same time. I’m addicted. Gone. Madly in love.
And she’s mine. She’s mine, and she wants to stay.
“Daddy’s good girl,” I murmur against her skin, pressing another kiss to her thigh. “Such a messy, perfect girl for me.”
She lets out a shaky breath, her eyes half-lidded, dazed. I give her a minute, watching her come down, her pussy still twitching, her lips parted in a sleepy grin. Then I rise up onto my knees beside her, reaching up to untie her wrists. The garland slithers free, and the second her hands are loose, my little minx moves, rising to her knees and shoving at my sweatpants with desperate fingers.
“Fuck.” The word tears out of me as she yanks the fabric down, my cock springing free, aching for her. Before I can even process it, she crouches down, her small hand wrapping around my cock, and then she takes me into her hot, wet mouth.
Oh my fucking god.
“Ella!” My fingers tangle in her soft blond hair as she sucks on the head of my cock, then swirls her tongue around it. She’s clumsy, inexperienced, but that only turns me on more, knowing I’m the only man she’s ever done this with. The sight of her kneeling there under the tree, her lips stretched around my cock, her eyes watering as she struggles to take me deeper, nearly makes me come on the spot. “Just like that, sweetheart,” I groan, my voice rough. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
She moans around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, and I tighten my grip in her hair, guiding her. “That’s it, take more,” I growl, my hips rocking forward just a little. “Relax your jaw for Daddy. Let me fuck this pretty mouth.”
She gags slightly but doesn’t pull back, her fingers digging into my thighs as she tries to take me deeper. Saliva drips down my shaft, her lips glistening, her blue eyes locked on mine like she’s begging for approval.
“Good girl,” I praise, my voice raw. “Now use your hand, too. Stroke the base while you suck the head. Yeah, sweetheart, just like that.” My cock twitches as she follows my instructions, her tongue flicking over the slit, her fingers squeezing the thickroot. “Fuck, you’re such a filthy little angel, sucking Daddy’s cock under the Christmas tree.”
Her mouth is incredible, wet, sloppy, and so fucking eager. I tighten my grip in her hair, my hips rolling forward as I fuck her mouth in shallow thrusts. “That’s it, sweetheart, take Daddy deeper,” I say, watching my thick cock disappear between her obscenely stretched lips. She gags, saliva dripping down her chin, but she doesn’t pull away, just hollows her cheeks and sucks harder. “You look so fucking pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock.”
I can feel her throat fluttering as she struggles to take more, and it nearly sends me over the edge. But I want more. I want to be inside her more than anything right now. Inside this woman who feels like a miracle.
With a groan, I pull back, my cock popping free from her lips with a wet sound. She whines in protest, but I’m already stripping off my shirt, kicking free of my sweatpants. Then I’m lifting her up against me, my hands gripping her ass, her legs wrapping around my waist. She’s so fucking light, so easy to lift, her bare cunt pressing against my stomach as I kiss her and kiss her until we’re both gasping for breath.
My cock is trapped between us, thick and dripping, the head pressing against her soaked slit. “You want this, sweetheart?” I growl, my voice rough as I hold her weight with one arm and line myself up, the crown notching at her tight little entrance. “You want Daddy to stretch this used pussy again?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her hips already rocking, trying to take me in. “Please, Jack. I need you inside me.”
