by Dani Wyatt
“Stayed in a motel a couple times on trips with my parents. But never stayed in a hotel, hotel.”
I slip the key card into the door and it clicks open as I wave my hand for her to enter in front of me. The view from behind her is the eighth wonder of the world in my opinion.
She’s five steps in before she sees the main open living area and the first stage of her surprise evening starts to unfold.
“Oh my God.” Her hand flutters to cover her mouth as she inches forward, setting her little clutch and shawl on a hallway table. “This is incredible.”
After stalking her ass last night and masturbating watching her hump her pillow, I knew what I needed to do for tonight. I called a number on one of those signs on the street corners that say ‘We Hang Christmas Lights’.
It was fucking two AM before I got someone to pick up the phone, but as the old saying goes, money talks, and by nine AM this morning I had five guys and two women here in my suite, decorating it like it was the last fucking Christmas ever.
There’s silver tinsel and white lights everywhere, a whole miniature Christmas village along one wall and twelve Christmas trees total.
Twelve. Each one with decorations inspired by each day in the twelve days of Christmas song.
There are all sizes and shapes, and even one in the God damn bathroom. Wherever she looks, I want her to know it’s Christmas. When she told me the night we met how much she loved the holiday, but for whatever reason she didn’t get to celebrate…I knew right there what I needed to do.
“Are all the hotel rooms decorated like this for Christmas?” She spins around, then walks toward the biggest tree in front of the window, touching the glass icicles and sugar-covered turtle doves that hang from every branch. “I mean, Christmas is over, so…”
“Nope. And nope. Christmas is the seventh. Russian Christmas, which is what my family celebrates. You haven't missed anything,” I answer, mesmerized, watching her drift around the room, her eyes wide with awe, and my heart feels like it’s breaking and mending all at the same time.
“You did this?” Her eyebrows draw together, hopeful but unsure.
“I helped. It takes a village sometimes to make magic happen.”
She takes a long look around the room, then her eyes connect with mine as I step toward her. They glisten with tears and I know I can’t wait any longer to touch her. My heart is pounding and a hot lust rages in my veins.
“I did this for you,” I whisper as I glide my hand to the back of her neck.
“Why?” She shakes her head and I bite into my bottom lip, taking her in. She looks excited but confused, and I want her to never have to ask me again why I would do something to please her.
To make her smile.
To feel safe.
Protected.
Cherished.
“Because I wanted you to know you are worth the effort. If you decide to walk out of here tonight without even another kiss, I’d still do this for you.” Her wide, doe eyes sparkle as she rubs her pink lips together, then I lean down to her ear to finish. “I’d follow you, of course. I’d probably kidnap you, tie you to my bed, do all sorts of wonderful, filthy, horrible things to you until you couldn’t walk away ever again.”
I feel her shiver as I slide my other hand up the back of her dress, pinching the zipper between my fingers and hearing the soft sound as I pull it down. I feel her swallow as a soft moan catches in her throat.
I’m not sure why she trusts me. I could be anyone. I could be some monster who enticed her with cash, then lured her here under false pretenses to brutalize and abuse her. The thought should have me enraged, but instead the protective instinct she’s awakened inside of me only sets itself deeper into me.
“I want to take care of you, Bria. In so many ways.”
“I’m not sure why, but I want you to. Is that stupid? I met you yesterday…” She swallows as her hand rests lightly on my shoulder while the other presses against my cheek, her fingers entwined in the thick length of my beard. “And, to be honest, you look like a very well-dressed serial killer.”
Her giggle only makes my hard-on harder as I let her dress fall to the floor, leaving her standing there in a pair of red and white, candy cane striped panties and black pumps. She’s sexy beyond words and I want my mouth on every inch of her.
“Holy shit,” I grit out, unable to keep the awe from my voice. “You are beyond perfection.”
She pulls her lips together in a tight smile. “Curvy girls are in this year.”
“I don’t care what’s in, I want in you.” I look down at the swell of her bare tits, bringing one hand to cup the soft flesh as her hand leaves my cheek and she touches two fingers to my lips.
I take a tit in each hand and lower my mouth to her deep-pink nipples, sucking one into my mouth as her body arches, her hands moving to tug at my hair. I tongue the hardening flesh, feeling the little bumps grow tight around it, then move to the other, doing the same, adding a nip of my teeth which has her body twitching and her fingers tightening their grip.
My balls pulse and ache and my erection feels like it’s going to rip right through the fabric keeping us from what we want more than anything in the world.
She gasps as I bite harder, a shuddering whimper following as I bring my face back up, my hands full of her soft, ripe flesh as her eyelashes flutter.
“That hurts,” she sings, then gives me that injured look on her killer sexy pout.
I lower my mouth to hers, taking her bottom lip between my teeth, pulling out until she’s doing this little foot-stomping ouchie dance as she chants, “ow, ow, ow, ow, ow…”
I release her lip, pinching it between my thumb and forefinger this time on a growl. “No pouting.”
Her eyes search mine. “Sorry,” she whispers.
“It’s okay. This time. Next time, those red stripes on your panties just may be red stripes on your ass.”
Her eyes flicker to life and I realize I’ve never had that inclination before. Never have I thought of taking my hand to an ass, maybe the swipe of a belt with her laying over my lap.
The image has my gut tight and my balls ready to heave, so for now I push it away because I’m greedy for more of her, and to my fucking delight, apparently she is for me as well.
She drops her hand to where mine is still holding her lip, and at her touch I release. Her eyes soften again as she pushes my hand lower.
“Touch me.” Her cheeks ripen as red as the dress that lays in a mess at her feet.
“I’m going to touch you, Snowflake. With my fingers, my mouth and my thick cock.”
Her chest rises on a deep breath as I drop my hand from hers, slipping it inside the lacy elastic just below her hips, and she adjusts her legs to give me better access.
“Jesus, Bria.” I close my eyes on a groan as my fingers slip between soaking, silky folds. She’s my heaven and her wet softness already owns me in ways she could never understand.
She moans as my fingers find her hard, little clit, and I go to town flicking and circling until her arms are around my neck and she’s hanging there like my own personal Christmas ornament.
“You’re fucking soaking wet for me. You are a naughty girl, aren’t you? So wet for me.” She whimpers in reply as I glide my palm back and forth, coating it with her slick nectar.
I press the heel of my hand against her clit and grind down as my middle finger finds her opening and slips upward.
Tight.
So fucking tight.
Like no one’s ever been here before.
Thank you, baby Jesus, for what I think is going to be the greatest gift I’ve ever received.
I look down to where her nipples are pressed against my suit jacket, and all I want is her naked against me. My dick taking what’s mine and teaching her sweet little cunt who it’s going to serve for the rest of its life.
“Anyone ever touched you before?” I manage, my jaw muscles so tight I’m cracking my molars.
She shakes
her head and all my wishes come true.
“No one.”
She’s my own Christmas virgin.
Virgin Bria.
Only, the conception I’m going to give her won’t be done by the holy spirit.
It will be from my holy cock. Which she will worship with her mouth, pussy, hands, tits, and soon, her ass.
I pulse my finger at her tight virgin hole, careful to save her innocence for my cock. She’s moaning and grinding like a needy, dirty girl, and I drop my face down to her nipple, suckling hard and deep with one hand in her drenched pussy as I reach around and grab her ass with the other.
She pulls my head forward as I draw deep and hard on the peak while my other hand toys with her innocent little opening.
She’s heaving and gasping when I bring my face up, her eyes half-lidded with lust and my palm soaked with her arousal.
“What do you want to ask Santa for?” I growl as her eyes glaze over and my hand works down below. “An orgasm? Is that what you’d like for Christmas? Or, an orgasm and my big thick cock in this tight little hole?”
I shift back, putting some space between us as I look down to watch my hand work inside her panties. I finger her clit again and give it a little pinch.
“Answer me,” I command, my voice hard and thick, with a need for her compliance growing like a beast inside of me.
“Yes. Both.” Her head falls back. “God, Martel. That feels so good.”
“I know it does. Your pleasure is a gift. To you and to me. But, I’ll be the one to give it to you. When I want, how I want, for as long as I want. Do you understand, little girl?”
My words have the desired effect. Her fingers clutch my forearm as she rides my hand hard. Her body starts to twitch, her moans turning to focused silence as her dark eyes close and she starts to quiver, telling me I’m hitting a good spot and fuck if I’m going to stop.
“Right here?” I press a little harder on her clit, keeping the rhythm the same as the slick, sloppy sounds of her juice tease my ears. “You like that? The way I’m touching you, sweet girl?”
“Yes,” she manages as my own breath sticks in my throat, watching her tits jiggle and shake as the pleasure overtakes her. “Oh, fuck.” She hisses as her eyes fly open wide, connecting to mine in the perfect instant before her orgasm tears through her.
“Fuck yes,” I half yell as her own screams feel like they’re ripping me wide open, all so she can have a direct map to the deepest parts of me. The parts only she can know. The parts only she could destroy.
Her face twists in pleasure as the convulsions rack her body and her pussy pulses in my hand. Her body floods my palm with her nectar and she drenches me, the cuff of my shirt and the floor below.
I reach down with my free hand and give my cock a few calming strokes through my pants, but it’s no use. All I can think about is getting all that sweet juice in my mouth and soon letting it drip down my balls.
But, her pleasure overrides my own need. Watching the bliss on her face is a joy I’ve never known. She’s looking at me like a fucking God, and there’s no way I can live without that in my life. I strum her cunt until she squeals and winces. Her high-pitched protests giving me a sadistic pleasure.
“Ow.” Her high-pitched whimper only feeds whatever this monster is she’s awakened inside of me. “It’s so sensitive. That’s enough. It hurts a little bit now…”
“Does it?” I tease. “This hurts?” I flick at her clit and she digs her fingernails into my wrist, trying in vain to pull it away. “But, I’m not done. I’ll tell you when it’s enough.”
Her eyes latch to mine as another gush of her nectar coats my fingers and I can’t help the smile that spreads over my face. I raise my eyebrows on a nod, letting her know who’s in charge right now.
“Seems this little cunt isn’t done either,” I seethe, leaning down to give her a soft kiss as her body betrays her and she goes off again, her hands flailing around until they cling to my shoulders, her hips jerking as her legs give out and I wrap my arm around her waist, lifting her quivering body up onto the desk next to us.
“Wait…” She looks at me, her breath coming in gulps. “What are you doing?”
“What did I tell you earlier? What I want, how I want, for as long as I want. You need to work on your memory.”
I reach to her lush hips and jerk those soaking wet, candy cane panties down her legs as I fall to my knees.
“You need to work on your—” she starts on a feline grin, but I reach up and grip the sides of her face, holding her mouth in place before she can finish.
“Watch your mouth. Spread your legs. Show me what you’ve kept for me.”
She pauses for a beat before I tighten my grip on her face and her knees come apart, the first glimpse of her sweet pink virgin cunt making my heart thunder into my rib cage.
Saliva pools in my mouth. Her scent spreads deep into my DNA as my eyes memorize every delicate fold of bare flesh spread before me.
“From now on, I’m going to shave you. The way I like. Do you understand?”
She nods, even though I see confusion in her eyes. But I also see trust and that’s as addicting as the rest of her.
Her slick juices are shimmering on her bare lips and her inner thighs as I stare and take her in. All of this, inside and out, is just for me. I can’t wait any longer.
I wrap my arms around the tops of her thighs and surge forward, taking her pussy in one long, slow lick with the flat of my tongue, nearly passing out from the pleasure of her flavor.
Her pussy tastes as good as her kiss, but different. Still sweet, a candy all its own, but with a primal undertone that tells me I’ve found my one.
Pride rips through me as I lick and suck. I stab my tongue at her opening, careful not to go too deep. That’s the job for my cock and my cock alone.
I’m ravenous, eating her cunt like a starved man, working my tongue around her clit until she’s a shuddering mess and she starts to tear the hair from my head.
She releases a string of curse words before starting to speak in tongues as she grinds her sopping-wet pussy against my face. Her flavor flows over my tongue, making sharp pain shoot through my dick in a jealous rage as her orgasm takes her hard and fast, her legs spasming and slapping against the sides of my face, her flesh popping on my ears as her body twists and her screams sound like a symphony written just for me.
I pull back, not because I want to stop—because I never want to stop—but I want to take her in. Her orgasm still pulses through her as her eyes dance to mine.
“You like my tongue on your pussy? You like how it feels?” I bend down, taking another quick lick, our eyes locked together. “Dirty little girl likes that, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” she mouths, her breath coming in bursts and gasps. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“That’s a good thing. If I thought you had, I’d have to find whoever touched you and kill them.” The words burst from me, resonating with a truth I can’t deny as my hand tugs the hair at the back of her head. “I’ll kill anyone that touches you, Snowflake. I’m sorry, but I will.”
I slowly push my finger into her virgin opening, feeling the resistance there as her lips fall open and she holds her breath.
“I want you,” she manages, like she’s telling me her deepest secret. “I don’t know why this feels the way it does. It’s crazy but…”
“It’s not crazy. It’s magic.” I twirl my finger, watching her eyes flutter. “And this pussy is mine now. Soon, I’m going to stuff my fat cock inside you. You know that, don’t you? That’s my right, because your sweet, virgin cunt belongs to me. I’ll touch you when I like. Lick you. Fuck you. I don’t have to ask. We clear?”
Her eyes question but she nods as I stand, her gaze drifting down to the erection that is tenting the front of my dark trousers, a wet spot where the tip is straining to get at her.
I run my hand down my beard, then take my jacket off. My shirt.
She watches me like prey being stalked by a predator.
“You know what else I’m going to do?”
She shakes her head, tossing her sexy mess of hair back and forth over her face.
I pause, shocking myself at what I’m about to say.
“I’m going to cum inside you. I’m going to fill you with everything my balls can muster. Then I’m going to do it again, and again, until you don’t even remember what it feels like to walk around without my cum dripping out of you. Without my scent on you so everyone knows you’re mine. Then you know what’s going to happen, don’t you?”
“What?” Her hungry eyes lock onto my hands as I slip my belt from the buckle.
“You’re going to have my baby. Then there’s no way I’ll ever let you go.”
Just as I start to unzip my pants, there’s a knock on the door. I want to ignore it but then I hear my mother’s voice.
“Martel! I’ve been calling you! You need to come downstairs. Something’s happened…”
Chapter 9
Bria
“I’m so sorry.” Martel squeezes my fingers as worry and conflict twist his face.
“It’s fine. Go, go.” I wave toward the front door where the EMS workers have just put his grandfather into the back of an ambulance. “You need to be with him.”
“It’s just like him to try to show off.” Martel’s mother pulls her white fox fur around her shoulders. “He should know better. He could have proposed the evening toast sitting down, for goodness sake.”
She gives me the side eye, then fiddles with the enormous ruby ring on her right index finger. When Martel went to the door of his suite in just his trousers, his mother knew who he was with, even though Martel had secured me in the bedroom of the suite so I would not be on display.
“A man needs to be a man and he’s still a man.” He snaps at his mother. “Here.” Martel reaches into his pocket and pulls out a valet ticket, jabbing it in her direction. “Give this to the valet. I’ll be right out. Have him bring around both of our cars.”