Page 55 of Candy Canes & Peppermint Kisses

I kissed her again as I tried to pace myself when all I wanted to do was pound the fuck out of her. I felt how wet she was for me, the sloppy, juicy sounds of her pussy sucking and accepting my cock so damn hot that I felt my balls draw up in preparation to come so hard I’d see stars.

I pushed in deep and saw the display of pleasure moving across her face, so I did it just like that over and over again. But before long, my control slipped, and the pleasure took over. Nothing else mattered but getting us both to that peak.

“Jesus Christ,” I cursed and was pounding away, my hips swinging like a pendulum, sweat covering my entire body. She held on tightly, the headboard cracking back and forth against the wall, and Dolly’s frantic breathing filling my head.

She was close, too. I could smell it in the sweetened air, feel it in the way her pussy clamped hard on my dick over and over again, and hear it in her breathy moans.

“I’m not going to last,” I said through clenched teeth.

“Ohhh,” she moaned. “Oh God I-I’m… I’m coming.” She tipped her head back, her neck arched, her eyes closed as she moaned loud and long and gave me that orgasm.

And my fucking self-control snapped.

I could have tried to hold off on coming, but I wanted to go over the edge with her. I really started fucking her then, pistoning my cock into her pussy, making her take it rough and hard. And her yells for more, for it to be harder fueled me on until I felt like a brutal fucking animal with her.

Just when I felt myself spill over, I barked out, “Look at me.”

She was gasping like a fish out of water as she pried her eyes open, and our gazes locked. And that’s all the extra push I needed to get off harder than I ever had in my fucking life.

The pleasure consumed me, took over until I was its slave, until I slammed my dick into her welcoming, tight heat and stilled, hoping my cockhead was nudged right at the entrance of her womb so I’d shoot my load and fill her up right where I needed to, right where she’d be marked deeply and irrevocably because of me.

I was aware of the guttural sound leaving me, knew she could feel how much cum I shot into her body. Hell, it felt thick and hot, and there was so much as my orgasm kept going on and on.

Only when I was able to see again and felt my muscles start to relax did I open my eyes and look at where we were connected. I slowly pulled out, watching as my cum immediately slipped from her slightly gaping pussy hole now that my thick cock wasn’t lodged deep in her.Holy fucking shit was that hot.

I had my hand between her thighs before I knew what I was doing and gathered my seed that was sliding down the crease of her leg and pushed it back into her pussy. I felt her shiver and slowly trailed my gaze up her body so I could stare into her face. “My cum belongsinyou.”

Her mouth made the sexiest little “o.”

I moved to lie beside her and immediately pulled her against me, chest to chest, my face buried in her hair, her little hands pressed right over my heart.

Possessiveness and a feeling of being complete filled me, and I closed my eyes and just breathed in and out.

“You are mine,” I murmured against her hair, and although she didn’t say anything, she did snuggle against me deeper and let out a contented sight.

“Yes,” she said on a sigh. “I am yours.”

11

Dolly

Iwondered if someone could be perpetually happy, in a constant state of euphoria. Because I felt like that’s what was happening with me. Even months after things had become official with Tristan, I still felt high, like I was floating above everything else, like nothing could touch me.

Logically I knew in part it was because of the whole “brand new relationship” experience, but even with that going for me, I’d always felt an intense connection to Tristan.

Even when we’d been thousands of miles apart and living separate lives, I’d still felt something profound when I saw or even thought about him. Even when I hadn’t thought there would ever be a chance between us. But here we were, experiencing all the things together and looking forward to creating new memories together.

It was exciting, so exciting that I felt like what I wanted with Tristan would only continue to grow until it consumed me in the best of ways. I didn’t just want him with every part of me. I didn’t just desire him like I’d never desired anyone before. It was so much more than that.

I loved him with my entire being, and no amount of time—or lack thereof—could persuade me that what we were doing wasn’t the absolute perfect and right thing in the world.

My focus was pulled to the front when I heard the door open. Sierra, one of the dance instructors, walked in, her grin wide, her energy so contagious that it was hard not to let it seep into you and just make you feelbetterabout anything and everything. Today she wore a sparkling red leotard outfit, her black leg warmers pulled up her calves, her hair in a high ponytail.

“Hey, girl,” she said and blew a bubble, her pink gum popping before she started chewing again. She glanced behind me at the wall made up of glass, the kids within the studio the youngest ones we had at only four.

Her face softened, and her smile became motherly. Sierra was only in her twenties, but she was the mother hen of the group here, and all the children loved her because she connected with them so well.

“How’s things? The kids having fun? No tantrums?” She didn’t say it as if annoyed. It was just a fact that working with small children you had a few meltdowns every class. But Sierra was one of the most patient instructors, and she had a way of reaching kids at their level so they understood and coped with their emotions.

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