Page 18 of His Candy Cane (Sweet Treats 1)

She mewls a bit and looks around. Fortunately, the walls of the sleigh are pretty high, so the people looking up from below can’t see us. We’re basically alone in our aerie, and it’s quite cozy too. Again, the sides of the sleigh are quite high. They block the wind, and as a result, we have our own little nest to make love in.

“I know this isn’t what you envisioned,” I growl. “But I need you now, honey. I need that juicy bottom milking my shaft asap, and I can’t wait.”

Maisie’s cheeks are flushed but she gets it immediately and strips out of her clothes in a flash. Oh my god, it’s really happening. I’m going to claim this beautiful girl’s steamy brownie right here, outdoors in December.

“I’ll make it quick,” I rasp. “Bend over.”

“What?” she squeals.

“Daddy has to get your ass ready first,” I growl. “I’m going to work you open so that when my shaft comes, you’re ready.”

Maisie trembles a bit, breasts bobbling, but then she leans over, bracing her weight on her elbows. Her bottom rises in the air and I twitch a bit at the sight. Her white mounds are luscious and ripe, bisected in the middle by a deep crack.

“Spread your cheeks,” I growl. “Take one in each hand and pull yourself open for me.”

“What?” she squeals again, turning to look at me with shocked eyes. But before I can repeat the command, her small hands reach backwards and grip a cheek in each palm before pulling them open and revealing that tight, coffee-colored hole. Oh shit. Here it is.

Like a desperate man, I lean forward and begin to press kisses to her rim.

“Sweetheart, you taste so good,” I moan deliriously. “So sweet.”

She moans as well, her eyes drifting shut.

“But how is that even possible?” she asks. “It’s dirty back there!”

“It’s not dirty,” I rasp before easing my tongue into her dark channel. She squeals, jolting a bit, as I sample the muskiness of her back end. “If I want you to come with my tongue here, then you’re going to come, hear?”

But Maisie’s too far gone now. What we’re doing is too filthy for the innocent girl to fathom, and with a jerk and a high shriek, she explodes on my face. Her chamber spasms around my tongue as her pussy pulses and drips, the fluid begging to be licked.

However, I keep my tongue firmly planted in her backside because she needs to get used to the sensation of a man in here. When she’s done with her mewling and crying, I pull out, savoring the nasty sight. Her brownie blinks at me, relaxed and as loose as it’s going to get right now.

“Do you like this?” I growl, lining up behind her before pressing my enormous head against that tiny hole. “Is this what dirty girls crave?”

“Oh, it is,” she moans, her lashes fluttering shut once more. “Give it to me, Daddy St. Nick.”

With that, I slide deep inside of her bottom hole, and to my surprise, Maisie takes it all with a long, drawn out ooohhh!

“You’re a butt slut, you know?” I rasp, once my full length is embedded in her tight peach. “Taking Daddy’s length all in one go like that. Only bad girls are able to do that.”

She moans again and wriggles a bit, making me jerk.

“I know, Daddy, and I’m your naughty girl. Now come in me, like you said you would.”

With that, I begin deep, satisfying pounds in and out of that tiny bottom. She wriggles and mewls a bit, but then holds still, enjoying the thorough drill. Her fingers curl with ecstasy, even as those huge breasts sway.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm, oh YES! So GOOD!” she screams into the night sky. My woman’s ecstasy propels me into the stratosphere as well, and with a roar, I explode into her chamber, dousing her with male jism. Maisie clenches and clamps, pulling my seed deep into that sweet, fertile body, even if this time, it’s not going into the right hole.

But that’s what my love doesn’t realize. I want to get Maisie pregnant. Seeing my woman grow heavy with my baby is absolutely on the agenda, and the sweet girl just doesn’t know it yet.

12

Maisie

I open the door to the school auditorium with a cheerful smile.

“Hi Mrs. James,” I say to the elderly lady on my right. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”

Mrs. James bobs her purple-tinted hair and limps in with her cane.

“Thank you, dearie. Yes, I always come to City Council meetings because a lot of important things happen each month! Is this your first?”

“It is,” I confirm with a smile. “But I’m really looking forward to it because I’m interested in the development of our town, and this is the place where things happen.”

Of course, I don’t tell Mrs. James that the real reason I’m here is because my boyfriend’s application for a business permit will be heard by the Council tonight. I’m extraordinarily excited and here to support Patrick in his commercial venture. When he first told me about his supplements line, I was amazed and in awe.

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