Page 19 of Stuffed with Cole
“Take it out, baby.”
His impatient command zips down my spine. I could torture him some more, but I want my mouth on his cock as much as he does.
I free his shaft, the broad head already red and weeping. I sit up so my mouth hovers over the crown, and I blow a cooling breath over the top.
“Fuck,” Cole grunts.
I grin at him as I pump his length, reveling in the feel of his pulsing vein beneath my hand. I blow over his head again, teasing him with a taste of what’s to come.
His cock twitches in my hand and I finally give in to temptation, licking the translucent pre-cum that’s collected at his slit.
Cole moans and I do it again, twirling my peppermint coated tongue over his head, before sucking him into my mouth like I would a candy cane.
“Yes, baby. Feels so good.”
His encouragement spurs me on, and I shift forward on my knees, placing both my hands on his thighs so I can take more of him in my mouth. Cole’s hand finds my hair but he doesn’t push me down. Over the last year I’ve gotten very good at deepthroating him, and I know exactly what he likes.
His cock fills my mouth as I slide down inch by inch. The heat of him, the salt of his skin, and the peppermint on my tongue is a unique flavor I want more of. I hollow my cheeks and Cole grunts.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I glance up at him and see his pinched face. Pleasure and maybe a bit of pain written over his features like the page of a story. His shaft twitches on my tongue and I love that he’s so close to coming already. It makes me feel powerful.
I pull back against his hand, and he lets me come up. I take his tightening sac in my hands and play with it, twirling my tongue over the tip again.
“Tell me how it feels, baby,” I say between licks. “Describe it to me.”
His fingers grip the tips of my hair, and his hips lift slightly, chasing more.
“Like fire and ice. I don’t—” I take more of him in my mouth. “Oh fuck! Like—like there’s sparks against my cock.”
I slide back down his dick until he hits the back of my throat, and I swallow around him.
“Fuck!” He cries. “Just like that. Fuck your face on my cock, baby.”
I move up then down, the remaining peppermint creating more salvia as I go. His hand cups the back of my head again, urging me to take him as deep as I can go. My nose touches his pelvis, and I hold there until I need air.
When I slide off to breathe, I wrap my hand around the base, planning to jack him until he comes on my face and tits. ButCole has other ideas.He leans forward and takes my chin, kissing my messy mouth until we’re both gasping for air. When he pulls back, he leans his forehead against mine.
“I need to lick you, then I need to fuck you.”
I tug on his beard. “Is that your Christmas wish?”
“My Christmas miracle.”
I speak my yes, and Cole guides us to the carpeted floor. He kisses down my body like a wild beast until he’s between my legs. He pushes up my dress and rips my underwear off like he did last year. His rough tongue lashes my clit and the peppermint that still lingers on it from our kiss creates the fire and ice effect he described to me.
Cole places my legs over his shoulders and he continues to devour. Eating me up and cleaning every last drop of my arousal before more floods through me. He fucks me with his tongue and then his fingers until I come, squirting over his hand like he’s trained me to do.
“Such a good little slut for me,” he praises as he licks up my cum, working me through my orgasm. He smacks my inner thighs so I look at him. “Are you ready for your husband’s fat cock now?”
“Yes, Cole. Please. I need it.”
He nips at my clit. “I know, baby. Naughty girls like you need to be stuffed full.”
I almost came again from his words but I’m thankful I don’t. Because when I come next, I’m coming on his cock.
Cole kicks his pants and shirt off, flipping me over, flat onto my belly with my legs straight. The hem of my dress is near my breasts, and I tilt my ass in the air for him. He spanks me on each cheek twice before he parts my thighs with his hand, exposing my fluttering opening to him.
