Page 14 of Candy Canes & Peppermint Kisses

They may not understand at first, but when we finally told them, I knew they’d accept it because they wanted me to be happy.

So until then, I’d enjoy these kinky little games with the man I loved more than anything else.

Real life could wait.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said gruffly and leaned down to kiss me, sweat covering his face the mask had concealed.

Oli gripped my chin as he kept me in place to mouth-fuck me.

And the longer he moved his lips and tongue over mine, the softer, gentler his kiss became.

“How’d you like it this year?” he murmured against my lips, dragging his tongue over them once more, and pulling back to lie against the headboard. He hauled my naked form across his chest.

I was draped over him, both of us damp from our little role-playing.

“You outdid yourself this year,” I said in a sleepy, post-sex voice.

“Mmm,” he hummed and dragged the tips of his fingers up and down my back. “Thought you might like me breaking in and having my disgusting way with you.”

My body shivered and came awake once more.

These cat-and-mouse games, role-playing, or fantasies we brought to life were something we never planned. We didn’t sit down and sketch out what terror-filled, pleasure-inducing moment Oli would give me.

He watched me all year, noted what I liked and disliked, what turned me on and had my pulse throbbing at the base of my neck… and apparently looked at my porn search history on my laptop.

“God… tonight was…,” I whispered, unable to finish.

He said nothing as he grabbed a handful of my ass, spread the cheeks, and probed the tight hole nestled between them.

“My dirty, little slut. You gonna let Daddy use your ass like his own personal cocksleeve?”

I shivered and moaned. “No,” I whispered, but we both knew I was a damn liar.

He chuckled, rose above me, and gripped my waist, flipping me over onto my belly. I looked over my shoulder and sucked in a sharp breath at how primal he looked.

My pussy was sore, aching from him fucking me, but I was ready. God, I was ready for him to ass-fuck me.

“Lift this ass, you fucking beautiful whore.” He slapped my ass so hard I knew there would be a bruise from it.

I wanted it. I wanted his marks on me, scratches and fingerprints that told of his ownership of my body. With his hands on my ass cheeks, I watched him over my shoulder as he spread me wide, leaned forward, and spit on my asshole.

I popped my ass up, wanting his mouth on me. He didn’t make me wait as he bent over, suctioned his mouth on my asshole, and probed me with his tongue. He fucked me that way for long seconds, dragging that thick muscle up and down my crack before pulling back and spitting on me again. I was about to reach between my thighs and tease my clit when he gripped my hip painfully and bit my side. I screamed out as that pain morphed into pleasure.

Oli leaned back, and I forced myself to look at him again. He slowly slipped the mask on and grabbed his cock to line it up with my hole.

“You’re gonna be Daddy’s good girl and open up this ass and take me to the balls.”

He didn’t wait for me to respond, just shoved his dick deep in my body without giving me time to adjust.

He laughed again. “My little girl thought I was actually asking her permission.” He slid out and slammed in again.

Although he’d spit on my hole, lubed it up with his mouth and tongue, there had been no proper preparation on his side. That made this painful… but turned me on even more.

He grabbed a chunk of my hair, jerking my head back, more discomfort waging war inside me, and fucked me like I was his little toy, his dirty, little slut.

“You’re nothing but something for me to use,” he said, degrading me in the way I fucking loved. “And you’ll keep taking it. You’ll keep being my pretty whore, ’cause you know Daddy likes using you up and filling you with my cum until you're all dirty.”

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t say anything as Oli fucked my asshole.

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