by Dani Wyatt
“You’re going to get my cum, baby. That’s an honor, you know. Swallow it all, I want it all inside you.”
I reach up and grab the backs of his legs, feeling the rock-solid muscle, needing to hold on as he takes control of my face.
It hurts, my vision is blurry with tears, spit drags down my chin, but I feel amazing. Beautiful even. As he slows his motion, a roar like an animal echoes around the ceiling and the first spurt of hot cum hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck. Yes. You look so good with my cock in your mouth.” He grits out, and my own orgasm reverberates through me, sending shivers and tremors through my body.
His cock is lodged against the back of my throat and I struggle to breathe, knowing that Cole will decide if my next breath is allowed or not.
I don’t struggle as we both cum together, like fire and ice, and I hold him deep in my throat even as stars begin to dance in my eyes and my lungs burn for sustenance.
It feels like forever and the blink of an eye, then Cole slowly draws himself from my dripping lips and I swallow the last remnants of his offering, reveling at the intense, wonderful flavor as it spreads over my tongue, blazing itself into my memory.
He lowers himself down to kneel in front of me, taking my mouth in his in a long, deep kiss, his hands drifting from my hair down my shoulders where they hold me like I might disappear.
When he pulls away, I’m left panting, my body warm and tingling even as my foggy head spins.
“Your mouth was made for me. But now, I’m going to seal the deal and take that cherry you’ve saved for me. I can’t wait any longer, Holly. I’ve waited too long. I’ll never get enough. That virgin cunt is going to be mine and you’re going to give me the best Christmas gift of my entire life. Your virginity.”
I look into his eyes and see such lust and longing; it hurts in my chest. I feel desired, beautiful, special, safe even, as danger darkens his blue eyes.
He takes my hands, pulling me from my knees as the lights around the room twinkle. My throat is tight as he leads us down a hallway, past his Christmas tree, and I swear when I glance at the virgin Mary sitting on top of the tree, she gives me a wink.
Stepping into Cole’s bedroom, the reality of what we are about to do hits me hard down low.
He flicks one switch on the wall and low ceiling lights come up, then a second switch brings an Arts & Crafts style fireplace to life, its ceiling-high stacked stones glowing in the flickering light.
The room is immaculate. Enormous windows look out over the grounds, with plants in square planter boxes along them, their ivy draping down the warm wooden floor, spread with jewel tone rugs. The whole place smells like Cole. Masculine and clean, with a spicy undertone I can’t quite place, but which makes the butterflies in my stomach flap their wings all the harder.
The bed is centered on a long wooden wall, cream colored bedding tucked tight and neat under the mattress, and I wonder for a moment who has been here before me.
But that thought evaporates almost as soon as it’s born, pushed away by the look in his eyes as he turns me to face him. He unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall to the floor. It’s not the first time I’ve seen him shirtless, but this time waves of heat course through me knowing it’s for me. I can’t stop myself reaching out, running my hands down the flat squares of his pecs, then lower to where there are indents around the muscles of his abdomen.
So hard, but mature. Not like a boy. Like a man.
“Are you scared, baby?”
As I shake my head, I feel his heat beating beneath my hand as it settles over his heart.
He leans in, his lips falling on my ear. “I don’t deserve you, Holly. No man does. But I’m taking you. I’ve tortured myself, thinking of what a horrible man I must be to lust after you. Do you know how hard it was for me holding all this back for this long? There were times I wanted to die, thinking I would never have you. Thinking someone else might touch you...” He stops, pain twisting his face, and I settle my other hand on the side of his jaw, feeling the muscle flex and his jaw pop under my fingers.
“We’re here now. But...” I swallow hard and decide I won’t be able to relax unless I know. “How many others were there? After we met, did you have other women?”
He shakes his head so violently I hear his neck crack. “Fuck, no. I couldn’t think of anyone else. It had been years before you, but after you?” He blows out a long breath. “Impossible. You are my dream, Holly. I’ll never touch another woman.”
I blink in disbelief, drawing in a relieved breath. “Then,” I nip my bottom lip, running my hands down his body and slipping my red sweater off my shoulders. “Let’s see if both our dreams can come true.”
Seven
Cole
“GOD, YOU HAVE NO IDEA what you do to me.” I’m breathing heavily as she drops her red-and-white sweater to the floor, and I see in her eyes the same things I’m feeling. “Now your skirt. Off.” I bark, stepping back to watch as she unzips the red fabric at her waist and it drops to the ground. Then she steps out of it, slipping her heels off to stand naked in her bare feet, nearly dropping me to my knees.
I stand for a moment, just admiring her curves. Her cherub face. The dimple that only comes out when she smiles this crooked smile that wraps itself around my heart and pulls me in. Her sweet innocence shows as her cheeks turn pink and her hands flutter around her body, unsure where to settle.
I hold out my hand. “Come here.” She does and I pull her in to face me, then turn her around and gently guide her down onto the bed. “That cherry is mine.”
I climb onto her and press my lips to hers. Every fantasy I’ve ever had wells up inside me, but the fantasies pale in comparison to this simple kiss. She opens her mouth immediately, her tongue gliding forward through my lips to find mine, making me groan as they come together.
I’m not a religious man. But since the day I first saw her I’ve prayed. I’ve prayed for forgiveness. I’ve prayed for relief. I’ve prayed to the devil, thinking it must be his doing to put such an innocent creature in my path, knowing I’m unable to have her.
Deep down, I’m just an ex-con who worked hard and had a bit of luck. My calloused hands show the years I’ve spent laboring. Their roughness rasps against her soft skin, reminding me what a precious gift she is.
As her nipples brush my naked chest, her hands glide lower until they unzip my pants and set my raging hard-on free.
I move my lips down her neck, kissing my way to her lush, womanly tits, and I can only imagine what they will look like when I root my seed inside her and her body grows with what we’ve made.
I suck on one, then lick and kiss my way to the other, feeling her nipple harden in my mouth. I can’t stop myself gently biting down, and her body arches as she cries out with a yelp of surprise.
“I’ll need to mark you.” I growl, surprising myself at the words. “I’ll not harm you, but I will take what’s mine in all the ways I choose. I’ll push you but I’ll always protect you. I’ll always keep you safe. You will trust me.”
She lets out a small eep sound and nods her head.
“Good girl.” I kiss down the center of her breasts, then move to the side of one, squeezing the outside half as the urge to bite overwhelms me again. I sink my teeth into the warm flesh just enough to feel her body tense, and I know when I let go, my mark will be there.
I do this three more times, her body shaking and her hips flexing upward with each pinch of my teeth.
I need another taste of her sweet honey. I need her soft and ready, not wanting to harm her any more than is necessary when that tight little cherry cunt takes the monster between my legs.
She’s naked and her pussy is bare. It’s slick and shining with her arousal, prepared just for me. I strip the rest of my clothes, then settle my face between her legs.
“You shave. Why? You’ve never been with anyone before...”
“It’s sort of just what everyone does now. And, I always imagined this. You kissin
g me, down there, and I wanted to feel it all. I thought you would like it...if you don’t I can—”
“No. I love it. I am pleased you did this thinking of me. It’s just something else that makes me love you, Holly.” The last words hang there, but now that they are out I want to be sure she heard me. “And I do love you, Holly. I want you to know that right now, before we go any further. This is it for me. You are it.”
“Cole...” Just hearing my name makes my dick jerk and I nearly cum, but I’m scared shitless for a second when she falls silent. Moments pass like years, then she draws a deep breath and finishes: “I love you, too.”
My whole world explodes with light.
I grab her ass and bring her hips to my mouth as she rocks herself into me, spreading her legs while my tongue laps and circles, moving faster and faster.
Gripping tighter, I hold her spread open against my raging mouth, and it doesn’t take long before the sweet honey begins to spread over my tongue. I continue to lick and suck until I feel her soften and go still, and I know it’s time.
She nearly bucks me off the bed as her orgasm hits, but I keep at it, working her until she’s wrung out and panting but her pussy is soft and ready. I could eat at her luscious cunt for days, but my cock is speaking in tongues, ready to get inside her and plant my seed.
“God, Cole...” Every time she says my name like that, I feel like I’ve won the lottery. “I can’t even find the words for how that feels.”
“Your sounds tell me what I need to know, Candy Cane.”
I push up onto my knees, holding my cock as it throbs, the head slick with my cum and more than ready to deliver my load deep inside her.
“Is it going to hurt a lot?”
I try to steady my words, but looking at my cock and knowing how tight her pussy is, I cannot tell a lie. “Baby, it’s going to hurt but hopefully not for long. Then, I will take such good care of you. Just know a little pain right now will lead to so much pleasure later. Okay? I’ve got you, baby, just stay with me and everything will be okay.”
She nods as I grip my length and give it a few calming strokes.
“What about...” That dimple shows up and I nearly jizz all over her belly. “You know, protection?”
I shake my head. “I’ve waited so long for you. I can’t bear the thought of not touching you skin to skin.”
“What if...”
I slip the head of my cock up and down her soaked folds, watching her mouth fall open and her head push back onto the pillow, her blonde hair spreading around her head in waves. “What if is what I’m hoping for, little Candy Cane.”
If she gets pregnant, all the better. I’m already bound to her and a baby will only seal that deal. I will take care of her and ours forever.
I push the swollen head against her clit, listening as she gasps, pushing her hips upward and into my teasing strokes before I settle my body over hers and guide the tip to her pulsing opening.
“You want it, don’t you?”
She nods fast, her eyes locked to mine. “Bad.” She mutters, her cheeks bright pink as her hands tremble against my shoulders. “Is this okay? I’m not sure what to do.”
“You’re perfect. Just do whatever feels right. Spread your legs as far as you can. I need in there and you’re so tight...”
There’s an ache in my balls, and I know I’m not going to last long this first time, but I plan on a second and third until she’s soaked and dripping with me.
I reach down and grab the base of my cock, guiding it forward. It’s taking all the willpower I have to restrain myself from driving her into the fucking floor, right through the mattress, but the tiny bit of gentleman that is left inside of me prevails.
With just the tip inside, her pussy pulses.
“Your little cherry cunt is trying to pull me inside, baby, it wants to swallow what I’ve got.”
“You said just do whatever feels right.”
“Fuck. You might just break me, you know that?”
“I’m sorry?”
A rough chuckle rips from my throat at the saucy, innocent wonder below me.
I can’t wait any longer. I rock my hips forward, giving her the first inches, and she’s so tight my dick is almost strangled. She hisses and I hold steady, kissing her neck and shoulder before finally coming to her lips.
“I’m inside, baby, a little more and the worst will be over. Hold onto Daddy...” The word slips out before I can stop it, and we both freeze. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that—”
“Don’t be. I almost came when you said it. Is that wrong? God, can I call you that too?”
My world comes alive. “Yes, baby. You can call me that.”
I push forward, giving her more, then pull back and listen to her sounds, finding the balance between pleasure and pain. Never has anything in my life felt so good. She’s warm and wet, wrapping around me like the perfect pussy blanket, so tight I can’t move anymore.
“Daddy needs in there, baby. Try to relax and let me in...” I hold her face in my hands, holding myself up as I give tiny thrusts forward and her body adjusts to my size.
“God, I’m so full. It hurts, Daddy, but I don’t want to ever stop.”
“That’s good, Candy Cane, because I’m never going to stop. You’re mine.” I growl as I thrust inside harder, giving her more of me as her body loosens then clamps down like a vise, nearly breaking my dick off.
Her hands drop down my arms until she’s tearing at my flesh with her nails, and I clench my jaw as I drive forward, again and again, until her cherry is gone and her body adjusts to the foreign invasion.
Feeling her bare body against mine, my dick securely inside her wet heat, I don’t ever want anything between us again. If I could lock her up here and keep us like this forever, I would.
Her hips start to rise to meet my thrusts and her pussy pulses, her eyes closing tight. She’s leaking all over my cock and down my balls, and she’s taken to fucking like I would have only dreamed.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Move with Daddy, just like that...making me feel so good.”
“Yes...” She whispers. “It feels so good.”
Her back arches up as I grind the base of my cock down, into her spread legs. I go at her harder, her pussy tight but soft, milking me already, and I won’t last long like this.
On a gasp, her body stills and I thrust hard into her as her orgasm takes hold. She’s bucking and calling me Daddy, and it’s so fucking beautiful I almost start to cry.
I keep at her until her body goes limp and she’s panting like she’s just run for her life, then I slow my strokes, gradually easing off until her eyes drift open and her hands slip up to hold my jaw, locking our eyes together.
“Cum inside me, please. I want to feel you cum inside me...”
White light flashes before my eyes and rips the air from my lungs.
I drive into her as far as her body can take, and a moment later I let go. She makes a yelping sound as I drain my balls into her. Cum sprays out of my cock and I think I’m going to shoot her across the damn room with the force of it all. My balls pulse and jerk, feeding her every drop my body has, and I nearly pass out from the force of the climax. I know my seed is going into her raw pussy, and nothing will ever come between us again.
“God, I love you.” I manage once I can speak again. Taking her mouth, I crush us together, because I want her to feel what I’m feeling.
As I hold her face, I feel the tears running down her cheeks and I break away, scared shitless I’ve ruined it somehow.
“Are you okay, baby? Did I hurt you too bad? I’m so sorry, I tried—”
She shakes her head. “No, it’s not that.”
“Then what, baby?”
“I just...I just wondered. Have you ever said that to anyone else?” Sadness clouds her eyes and I want to burn down the world at the doubt I see in them. “I know that’s stupid to think about right now, but I can’t help it.”
“No.” I snap,
and she swallows at the harsh sound of my words. “I’ve never even thought it before. You’re my one, Holly. The only one that has ever brought those words...no, not just words...those feelings out in me. I love you. Not anyone else, before or after. Daddy loves you.”
She’s crying harder, but I can see in her eyes that it’s joy, not pain, and I know that no matter what happens, I’ll never let her go.
Eight
Holly
WHAT A DIFFERENCE TWENTY-four hours can make.
When I walked into the Christmas party last night, dressed in that outfit, and saw Cole with Amanda, I wanted to run crying out the front door.
Now, I’m slipping out of a bed soaked with our sex, and his cum is still slick between my legs. The morning light is warm through the bedroom casting golden light across Cole’s sleeping form.
He’s breathing deep and steady, rolled on his side, his arm still across the bed where I was laying just a moment ago. I took about five minutes slowly maneuvering out from under the weight of his massive arm, not wanting to wake him but unable to sleep and wanting to be sure my mother and father aren’t trying to track me down.
It’s Christmas Eve day, and the plan was for me to spend this evening with my dad and then go home late and wake up at Mom’s.
That’s not to say there would be much of a Christmas to wake up to there, but she has a way of guilting me into doing what works for her. Even on my meager salary at the newspaper, I managed to save enough to buy a few gifts for both of my parents. And truth is, I really do love the giving more than the receiving.
I don’t know, but deep down gifts make me uncomfortable even when they are wonderful and thoughtful and exactly what I would have wanted.
Cole says I’ve already given him the best Christmas gift of his lifetime, but I’m hoping sometime today I can slip away from the photography job and find something that will make him smile.
Only thing is, I don’t know how I will see him on Christmas. It would be weird for me to leave my mom’s and go see him, and if my dad finds out...my stomach clenches just thinking about it.