Derek
I want to call bullshit on innocence, but I’m too wrapped around her finger with her mouth wrapped around my cock. I have to think of Mrs. Claus and a roast beef to keep from losing it in that sweet mouth of hers.
She’s eagerly licking and sucking me, taking all she can.
“Such a good girl,” I praise. “Fuck, Sugar, take as much as you want.” Her responding purr with me almost in her throat has me losing my grip on reality. It’s all too good to be true.
Do I actually have my dream girl? How do you beat this Christmas?!
“Sugar,” I groan, hips bucking on their own into her. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to bust. You’ve got my cock nice and lubed up. Come here.”
She gives me a final slightly defiant lick but does as I beg her. I pull her to me, showering her with kisses as my fingers search between her thighs again. I find her dripping pussy and work two fingers into her. I’ll feel more comfortable about taking her virginity if I can work her up to three fingers.
She’s riding my hand soon enough, clutching my shoulders and mewling into my mouth. She’s going to come again like that.
Good, the more pleasure the better. I don’t know if I’ve ever taken anyone's virginity. But I have some common sense about the matter even if all the blood for my brain is between my legs at the moment.
Twice spent and panting Sugar is ready for me. I lay her back, admiring her. The pink of her cheeks is all over her body. Delicious soft curves, flushed, and all mine.
“You’re so beautiful,” I praise, spreading her thighs gently to accommodate me.
“Is this for real?” she asks in lustful haze, her hands searching my body.
“Yes, Sugar, all real.” I chuckle. I nuzzle the tip of my cock at her entrance. So slick and warm.
“I love you,” she whispers but I don’t think she means for me to hear it.
She cries out as I plunge carefully in a single thrust. I grunt, white knuckling the bed sheets. It’s so tight, so perfect. And all my sweetness.
I press my cheek against hers and between laboring breaths reply, “I love you too.”
Her arms wrap around me as I steadily thrust in and out of her. I truly won’t last like this. I’ve not only been avoiding women but masturbation too. Ill-thinking on my part, but I hadn’t actually anticipated this happening tonight.
I’m one lucky bastard.
I spend the night ravishing her, bringing her to peak once more after I’ve come. We spoon on her bed. I have to admit, though not as big as mine, it’s damn comfortable. I nuzzle her damp hair and inhale twisted scents of sex and the faint traces of her peppermint shampoo.
“Mhmm,” she’s half asleep as she turns in my arms. “What did you get me?” she asks groggily.
“Huh?”
“Secret Santa,” she’s muffled against my chest.
“Oh fuck!” I scramble out of bed for my jeans. “I can’t believe I forgot.”
I crawl back into bed with a little box in my hand, giving it to her. She sits up as I stretch out, watching her eagerly. She peels back the crude wrap job and reveals a velvet box.
“Wha–?”
“Go big or go home, right?”
“Is this a ring?” she croaks, and I can read the disbelief in her grey-blue eyes.
I push ruffled blonde hair from her face behind her ear. “We already live together,” I tease. “So just make the jump from roomie to wife.”
“Wife?”
“Sugar, marry me.” I take her hand in mine and slip the princess cut diamond on her finger.