Page 10 of His Candy Cane (Sweet Treats 1)

But I won’t because it’s clear that Maisie is an innocent. She came from me kissing and licking her sensitive folds while tugging lightly at her nub. And when I pushed my tongue into her hole, my tool jerked because I came up against a barrier that only sweet virgins have: a hymen.

It seems impossible because these days, women lose their hymen in their teens if not earlier. Regular exertion can do it: a vigorous game of volleyball for example, or maybe some jumping up and down on a trampoline. But in this case, I have a sweet, curvy, twenty-five-year old virgin on my hands, whom by all accounts I should leave alone. Her mom’s not paying me to have fun with her nubile daughter, and yet my staff’s already out and ready, pointing straight at the curvy girl.

But to my surprise, she doesn’t pull away in fear at my huge size. Of course, Maisie’s eyes widen and she gasps a bit, her cheeks flushing. But then she gives into her true nature and leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip. A smear of white graces her lips when she pulls away and I groan, my blue eyes flashing.

“You can suck it if you want.”

She giggles a bit, worming out of her sports bra. By now, I’ve ripped off the entirety of her leggings so that she’s wholly nude before me, and the sight is entrancing. She’s pink and white all over, with a sopping slit between her legs that I can’t wait to taste again and huge Double Ds that sway with every movement. But right now, Maisie gets on her knees before me like a good girl and cups my balls in one tiny palm.

“Can I have a taste of your candy cane, Daddy?”

I groan again.

“You sure can, honey. Suck it tight, and lick as much as you want.”

She giggles again before leaning forward delicately and taking the head between those plush lips. The top of my skull almost pops off because it feels so good but I manage to keep myself in check by stroking through those brown curls.

“That a girl,” I groan hoarsely. “Shit, you look beautiful doing that.”

Her eyes flicker up at me, and a sweet smile crosses her lips even as she sucks harder. Her cheeks hollow from the suction and a bit of male seed jets into her mouth, which Maisie swallows hungrily.

“Mmm,” she moans. “Daddy’s candy cane is so tasty. I love it.”

Involuntarily, I spurt again.

“Keep this up, sweetheart, and Daddy will have more than a few mouthfuls of the good stuff for you,” I growl.

She giggles again and gets back to sucking, gently tracing her tongue along the vein in my shaft before going at it full force. My balls raise high and tight, and I feel a surge in my groin. Holy shit, I’m going to lose control, which is uncommon given that I’m usually always in perfect control of my body.

But with a haste that’s unlike me, I pull from Maisie’s lips, the huge sucker reappearing from between that pink pout. A trail of saliva connects the tip to her lips and she smiles sweetly before breaking it with a quick swipe of her tongue. Of course, I’m enormous and glistening, which is perfect for what I want to do next.

“Sweetheart, I told you we were going to get you stretched out, right? Well now, I’m going to stretch out a very special part of you.”

Maisie nods eagerly, still on her knees while massaging her heavenly Double Ds before corkscrewing off one tip with a finger. A ringing pop sounds out as she moans melodically.

“Yes, Daddy, of course. I exist to be stretched by you.”

With that, I nudge her back down so that she’s on her hands and knees, that huge bottom in the air. It looks amazing because her cheeks are a pure, snowy white, ready to be defiled by an alpha male like myself. Then I line my rod up in back of her and gently use the tip to stroke through her swollen folds.

“Feel this?” I rasp. “This is what’s going in you.”

Her lashes fall shut even as those big breasts sway in anticipation below her narrow torso.

“I know. I’m ready, Mr. P,” she whispers.

With that, I press my enormous glans against her tiny hole. She’s moist and wet, but still so small. Maisie lets out a long, low, throaty moan, lowering her head so that her cheek rests against the mat.

“Oohhh, you’re so big,” she cries out.

“I know,” is my rasp. “But you can take it sweetheart.”

With that, I begin pushing my shaft deeper into her honey, and to her credit, she stretches and juices more, her sweet nether lips tight like rubber bands around my hardness.

“Oooooh!” she squeals. “Oh god!”

“We’re almost there,” I grunt under my breath. “You feel so good, baby girl.”

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