Page 24 of Stuffing His Stocking

Her pussy begins to pulse around me, making my dick twitch with that familiar tingle. My balls draw up while they smack her wet clit, and I sense my cum is about to paint her quivering walls.

“I need you to come for me, baby. Let me feel your hot little pussy squeezing my dick so I can fill you up with my cum.”

“Oh, God,” she pants, and sucks in ragged breaths while rocking her hips against me. “Harder, Dylan. I’m so close.”

If that’s what she wants, then that’s what she’ll get.

My control begins to slip and I brutally drive into her, her cries echoing through the room. Then she clenches around me and yells my name once more when her orgasm finally washes over her. The sensation is intense and I follow behind her, pulling out just in time to spurt my hot cum on her glistening cunt. Stroking my cock, I milk all of my release until every drop has marked her as mine.

It may be crude, but I love seeing my thick cum smeared all over her pussy.

Once I catch my breath, I sensually caress the globes of her ass while I admire the sight of our combined orgasms coating her skin. Her breathing evens out, and she glances back at me with her brows knit together and her gaze narrowed. “What are you looking at?”

I can’t help the smirk that tugs at the corner of my mouth. “Your sweet little pussy covered in my cum.”

“Dylan! Stop,” she whines with a bashful laugh.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. There’s no other sight that turns me on more than this.”

She’s not reassured and buries her face into the bed.

“Alright, just stay right there. I’ll be right back.”

Not wanting to make more of a mess, she keeps still with her ass in the air and watches me as I climb off the bed. “Where are you going?”

“As much as I’d love to keep my cum smeared all over your pussy, I’m sure you’d rather I didn’t. I can imagine that might not be the best feeling.”

She scrunches her nose and shakes her head.

I chuckle as I give her a good view of my ass on my way to the en-suite bathroom. I return with a warm, damp cloth and gently wipe away the evidence of our orgasms. Afterwards, we lie tangled in the sheets, the light breeze from the ceiling fan cooling our heated skin. Liv rests her head on my chest while I stroke her hair, marveling at how right this feels.

She lazily draws abstract shapes on my abs. “What are you thinking?”

I hesitate, unsure of how to put my chaotic thoughts into words. “I’m thinking… that was incredible,” I finally say, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. “And I’m thinking about how long I’ve wanted this, even when I tried to convince myself that I didn’t.”

Liv props herself up on one elbow, her curls tumbling over her shoulder. In the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains, the flecks of gold in her eyes seem to glow. “Me too,” she admits. “I’ve had feelings for you for so long. But I was afraid...”

“Afraid of what?” I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

She sighs and looks down at me while I play with her silky tresses. “Afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way. Afraid of what people might think.”

“I had those same fears,” I confess. “But being here with you now, it all feels right. Like everything in my life has been leading to this moment, and I just needed to wait a little longer to get it.”

The corners of her eyes crinkle with her smile, and she bends down to kiss me. “It does feel right,” she murmurs against my lips before settling against me with her head on my chest again. “But what about our parents? What about everyone else?”

I tug her closer and slowly stroke her back. “I don’t know,” I say honestly. “But I do know that I don’t want to give this up. We’ll figure it out together, baby. I promise.”

She nods, snuggling farther into my side. We lie there in comfortable silence for a while, just basking in each other’s presence. I can feel her heartbeat against my skin, steady and reassuring.

Eventually, her breathing evens out, and her body relaxes against mine as sleep begins to claim her. Just as I’m about to drift off myself, a sudden thought jolts me awake.

“Liv,” I whisper, gently rocking her shoulder. “You should probably go back to your room. What if your mom comes to wake you up in the morning?”

She groans, burrowing deeper into the covers. “Don’t wanna move,” she mumbles sleepily.

I chuckle, my heart swelling with affection. “I know, but we probably shouldn’t push our luck on the first night.”

With a heavy sigh, Liv reluctantly disentangles her naked body from mine, and I immediately miss her warmth. She sits up, the moonlight streaming through the window illuminating her voluptuous silhouette. I can’t help but gawk at her, mesmerized by her goddess-like beauty.

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