Page 20 of Claiming Candy

“Of course,” she says, sucking in a breath when I rest my hands on her waist. “I wasn’t sure what to get the man who had everything for Christmas. Then I remembered there’s something that only you can have… Me.”

“Fuck, Candy,” I groan, my fingers playing with the bow she has tied around her waist. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

“Only for you.”

Something about the way she says it, a declaration, a vow, makes something in me snap. With my mouth, I grab onto one of the bows hiding her nipples. Slowly, while making eye contact with her, I remove it.

Candy shivers as the hardened nub is exposed to the air. I drop the decoration to the ground and cover her perfect, pert nipple with my mouth. With my free hand, I swipe away the other bow and close my finger and thumb around the other nub.

I’m rewarded for my efforts with a delicious, needy sigh. I do all the things I know she likes, because even though this is a gift for me, her pleasure is the sweetest treat. Her body shifts, her hips pushing forward without her permission.

I can’t hold myself back anymore, foreplay be damned.

I untie the ribbon around her stomach as I shift my attention from her tits to her mouth. She whines, and I drink down the noise. My cock twitches painfully, begging to be buried inside of her.

Reaching down to undo my belt and zipper with one hand, I slide the other between Candy’s legs. She widens her stance for me, allowing me better access to what I want. Her own hands come to help mine, pushing my jeans and boxers down easily. I kick them to the side and shove my cock against her stomach, hissing at the way my flesh feels against her skin.

“I’m going to ride you,” she says against my lips, pressing my side gently to guide me toward the couch.

Candy doesn’t have to tell me twice. I go to the couch, dragging her along with me. She smiles into our kiss, and I take the opportunity to swipe my tongue into the opening.

I don’t get to explore far before my knees are hitting the back of the sofa. As I go down, I take her with me, her knees landing on either side of my thighs. Our kiss resumes, and this time it’s filthy, all sliding tongues and wet lips.

Wasting no time, I reach down and angle my cock toward her opening. I tease her gently, sliding the head through her dripping folds. She grinds down, whining desperately into my mouth as she asks for more. If I were a crueler man, I’d make her beg for it.

I’m just as impatient as she is, though.

My cock lined up, I grab onto her waist and pull her down. My length slides into her fully, and she moans. The sound makes me dizzy and fills me with pride. Even after a year together, she’s still not used to my girth, the stretch that overtakes her each time we fuck.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I curse, twitching my hips up slightly to get some of the friction I’m absolutely dying for.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this all day,” she admits, lifting herself up slightly before dropping back down. “I had to touch myself while I was getting ready for you, daddy. I’ve needed your cock so bad.”

“And now you have it, baby girl,” I growl, pulling her down into a kiss as she begins riding me in earnest.

With Candy in control, I have no way of adjusting to her speed. Each time my body starts to adjust, to anticipate her next move, her rhythm changes. I bite at her bottom lip, feeling my orgasm starting to build in the pit of my stomach.

Candy’s gotten good at pushing me closer to the finish line in record time. It makes me feel like a teenager with his first girlfriend in the best way. Every time we have sex, it feels brand new. Everything’s exciting and unpredictable.

“You feel so good around my cock,” I groan, bringing one of my hands between her thighs.

I start rubbing gently at her clit. She grinds down on my fingertip with each of her thrusts, soaking up the pleasure that I’m giving her. It’s obvious that she’s been anticipating this all day. She’s dripping, and her thighs start to quake. I feel her pussy clench around me, and I know her own orgasm isn’t very far off.

“Oh my god,” she whines, breaking our kiss to toss her head back. “Right there.”

I smirk, continuing my ministrations and ignoring the way my own abdomen tightens with the heat of my impending climax. I’ll worry about that once my wife comes. The only gift I want this Christmas is her pleasure.

“You close, sweetheart?” I ask through gritted teeth. Sweat starts to pool on my forehead. “Feels like you’re about to burst.”

“I am,” she says urgently before letting out a string of curses. “I’m so close, Ethan.”

“Then, go ahead,” I instruct her, pistoling my hips up to meet each one of her thrusts. “Show me how good I’m making you feel.”

With my permission given, Candy’s body tightens. Her bouncing stops, and she grabs onto my shoulders tightly to keep herself upright as pleasure rips through her. I keep fucking her shallowly, rubbing circles around her clit while she moans my name.

She slumps forward when her orgasm subsides, and I grab onto her waist. In a quick, easy motion, I flip our positions so she’s lying on her back. My name falls from her lips, and I lean down to silence her with a kiss.

I’m ruthless as I chase my pleasure. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. I grunt into Candy’s mouth, shifting my thrusts to aim for her g-spot. She might be oversensitive, but I think I can pull another orgasm out of her as I fall over the edge myself.

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