Page 11 of His Candy Cane (Sweet Treats 1)

My hands seize her hips, digging into the fleshiness, and then suddenly I come to a complete stop because it’s there. There’s a barrier, soft and spongy, inside my girl, and I take a deep breath, bracing for the inevitable pain. With a quick thrust of my hips it’s done, and I’m through and fully embedded inside.

Maisie jolts and her eyes fly open as she lets out a squeak.

“Oooh!” is her surprised cry. “Unnnh!”

The curvy girl’s been lifted up by my pole, as if skewered on the huge stick and she flails a bit, her ring gripping me reflexively.

“Keep breathing, slow and easy,” I growl. “It’ll feel really good soon enough. Just relax, Maisie.”

She squeals again but listens, trying to inhale before exhaling once more. Stroking a large hand down her back, I soothe the girl like a nervous filly.

“It’s going to feel good now, I promise.”

She pants and lets her head hang, still trying to adjust to the thickness within her sweetest spot.

“I know, Mr. P,” she moans. “I can take it now.”

With that, I withdraw slowly, watching with avid eyes as my enormous rod reappears from her glistening slit. Then I push back in, almost exploding with pleasure.

The curvy girl moans and sighs, her eyes drifting shut once more as she enjoys a man’s hard shaft for the first time in her life.

“Oh god, I had no idea it could be like this!” she sighs with bliss. “Unnnh, it feels good.”

“It does,” I growl. “Now get ready for a deep pound sweetheart, because I can’t hold back anymore.”

With that, I ease my shaft back into her tiny hole, before slipping out and pushing back in. The rhythm gets faster and faster, but Maisie takes my large size like a professional. She moans and squeals, her fingers gripping the mat as her tiny slit is violated again and again. And then it comes. Both of us reach our climaxes and we burst into the heavens, stars exploding before our eyes as hot pulses run down my shaft to splash her fertile fields with seed.

“Oh!” is her delighted cry, hot clenches pulling my virility in deeper to seed her ovaries. “Mmmm!”

“Fuck!” is my growly response. “Unnnh. FUCK!”

I pound vigorously, unable to stop myself while expelling hot reams of jism which the curvy girl soaks up like the stuff of Heaven. She mewls and clamps around me, her curves shaking with pleasure even as her kitty juices flood my rod and drip down my balls. God, how did she get so responsive? I’ve never had a woman take my enormous length so well on the first try.

Finally, the quaking subsides a bit, and we both float gently down to earth. I pull out and lie back flat on the mat before jumping to my feet and rushing to the restroom. When I return, it’s to find Maisie still lying on the mat with a confused expression on her face.

“Where did you go?” she mewls, lifting her head to look at me. “Why did you disappear like that? I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

I growl.

“Never, sweetheart. It’s just that this is your first time, and I want to make sure you’re taken care of.”

With that, I press a warm, damp washcloth between her thighs, sponging off small traces of red. Sure enough, when I look down, there’s a smear of blood on my shaft, and a male possession rises in my chest like a tidal wave. It’s strong, powerful, and undeniable because shit. This woman gave me her innocence, and despite the taboo that we’ve engaged in, Maisie is now mine.

8

Maisie

I can’t believe this is happening. I’m dating my personal trainer, and it’s absolutely wonderful. It’s ironic in a way because my parents only signed me up for personal training sessions so that I could find a boyfriend. Little did they realize, but their dreams came true, albeit not in the way they imagined.

Because Lorraine and Henry certainly didn’t expect me to start dating Patrick, I’m sure. They figured that the personal trainer would help me lose some weight, and then I’d meet a ton of eligible men who were attracted by my new slim figure. “Eligible” meaning a lawyer, banker, doctor, or some other white collar professional. Then, we’d move in, and hopefully get married before spitting out a couple of kids. This is all part of the “natural progression of life,” as my parents call it.

But instead, I’ve fallen in love with Patrick, and our time together is sensational. All sorts of women’s magazines say that making love is a great way to burn calories, and I have to say I agree wholeheartedly because Patrick and I have sexy time non-stop, and while I haven’t lost any weight, it certainly is a work out.

Take last week for example. Patrick had me in a swing of sorts. It’s a contraption that hangs from the ceiling with a lot of black straps, and I looked at it askance at first.

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