Page 9 of Claiming Candy

Candy does it again, then again. I can’t keep my hips still, her hot and wet mouth teasing me and driving me insane. My reaction seems to embolden her, and I see the corner of her lips tug upward before she ducks down, taking a few inches of my cock into her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, doing everything I can to keep myself quiet.

She bobs her head, applying a slight suction as she pulls up. I know she hasn’t done this before, but she’s a natural. Even if I weren’t already on edge, she’d be bringing me close to it in record time.

“Use–” I start, swallowing down a moan when her eyes snap up to my face. “Use your hand for what you can’t fit in your mouth.”

She hums, the vibrations making my toes curl in my shoes. Then, she does as I ask, wrapping her dainty hand around the last few inches of my cock. The pressure is so good, and immediately she syncs up her strokes with the bobs of her head.

“That’s it,” I say, grabbing onto her hair and pushing it out of her face. “You’re such a good girl, Candy. You learn so fast.”

Again, she makes a noise of pleasure. It’s so good, too good. I feel the familiar heat of an orgasm gathering in my belly. It won’t be much longer until I’m exploding down her throat.

“I’m getting close,” I say, wanting to give her a warning. I’m not going to force her to swallow if she doesn’t want to. But god, I want her to. “If you keep doing what you’re doing, I’m going to come in your mouth.”

That doesn’t deter her. If anything, it spurs her on. She bobs her head even more enthusiastically. My breath catches in my throat, and before I know it, my orgasm slams into me.

I cum hard, groaning and tightening my hand in her hair. She swallows around me, and I see stars. Her mouth is magic, and she doesn’t let up, not even after she’s gotten every last drop out of me.

“Baby,” I groan, carefully guiding her off of me. “I’m sensitive.”

“Was that okay?” she asks, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“More than okay,” I say as I yank her up to kiss her. “Fuck, that was incredible, Candy.”

She beams at me, and I know that this girl is my future.

“How about I take you out of here?” I ask as I tuck myself into my pants. “Interested in a midnight snack?”

“Sure,” she says, her face bright red as she adjusts her clothes.

“Then let’s go to the cafe right around the corner,” I say, getting to my feet and offering her my hand. When she takes it, I thread our fingers together and squeeze. “We can get to know each other better. Then, in the morning I’ll take you shopping.”

“You don’t have to do that,” she says quietly as we leave the meeting room.

“I know,” I say, rubbing my thumb against hers comfortingly. “But I want to. I want to give you everything, Candy.”

Chapter Six

Candy

My head spins as I watch Ethan’s employees carry in the bags of clothes, shoes, and accessories that he bought for me today. I barely spoke the entire time, too overwhelmed by the items he was showing me. The price tags made my head swim, but Ethan didn’t bat an eye when he handed his card to the associates.

“You okay?” Ethan asks, coming up beside me and putting an arm around my shoulders. He pulls me snug against his side. “You’ve been quiet since I took you shopping.”

“Yeah,” I say, putting on my best smile and looking up at him. “I’m just a little overwhelmed.”

“Overwhelmed?” he says, bringing me inside the mansion he lives in. “Why’re you overwhelmed?”

“That just seems like a lot of money to spend on me,” I admit, my eyes tracking another man laden with bags that are all for me. “I appreciate this all, but I have enough.”

He chuckles, walking me up the stairs so quickly that I can’t properly take stock of my surroundings. My eyes catch on expensive looking pieces of art and sculptures that I’m sure must be original pieces. It feels almost like I’m in a museum rather than in someone’s house.

When I was here last night, I wasn’t able to fully appreciate the displays of wealth that are a part of the normal decor. Everything was draped in gold and red. There were Christmas trees and garlands of evergreen and holly. Now, they’re all gone, and I get to see the house as it normally is.

“You got rid of the Christmas decorations,” I say as we walk down the long hall that I know leads to his bedroom.

“I already told you I don’t like Christmas,” he says, kissing my forehead. “But I guess it was a waste of money to only decorate for the night. If I’d have been thinking clearly before I left yesterday, I’d have told them to leave some up for you.”

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