Page 16 of Claiming Candy

“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathe, running my hands over the bare expanses of her skin.

She huffs, pressing further into my touch, soaking it up. I take a moment to tweak her nipples playfully, and she whimpers, pleased with the contact. I’ve barely done anything, and she’s already putty in my hands.

My cock twitches against the front of my pants. It has been since we were together on the dance floor. My need for her is overwhelming. This is my chance to really make her mine, completely and irrevocably, with our love declared there is nothing standing between us now.

“Panties off,” I say as my touch drifts further down, my thumbs hooking in the waistband of her underwear.

Candy lets me yank them down, and as I throw them to the side, I note the obvious wet spot on them. I growl, going for my belt. As soon as my cock is free, my hands are back on her, guiding her onto the bed and resting her head against the pillows.

I’m about to speak, but Candy beats me to it, opening that perfect, kiss-puffy mouth to say, “I want all of you, Ethan.”

Who am I to deny any request that comes from that sinfully divine mouth?

I might be okay with words, but actions are more important in this situation. The kiss I give her is searing, downright filthy. She whines, caught off guard at my insistence. Then, after a moment to regain her bearings, she responds with equal fervor.

In the short time that we’ve known one another, Candy’s kissing has improved exponentially. She matches me easily, our lips molding together like we were made for each other. Deep in my heart, I know that we were. As much as she’s mine, I’m hers.

I let my hands drift, exploring her sides and pressing against the places that seem to be sensitive. Eventually, I land on her outer thigh. When I squeeze the flesh there, she whines into my mouth and her hips twitch up, pressing my hard cock against her skin.

“Please,” she begs against my lips.

I’m going to give her everything I have.

While I’m kissing her, I lift my hips up slightly and run a hand up the inside of her thighs. Candy’s legs part for me, and I smirk into the kiss. She’s so eager for my touch.

My fingers rub through her wet folds, and she keens into my mouth. I swallow down the sound, kissing her even harder. My tongue explores the hot, wet heat of her mouth. The way she squirms under my touch makes my cock throb painfully. I need to be inside of her so badly that I can barely think straight.

“Are you ready for me?” I ask, sliding two fingers inside of her pussy.

She makes a sound of affirmation, grinding against the intrusion. She’s wet enough that I know she’s going to put up no resistance to my length. Our time together yesterday prepared her well for my cock, and I want to teach her how to use it to her advantage.

I give her a few more enthusiastic pumps of my fingers before I pull out. She whimpers at the loss, and I make a soothing noise to let her know that she’ll get what she wants soon enough. Then, I reach down and grab the base of my cock, swiping the tip through her folds.

Candy digs her fingers into my back, urging me to stop teasing her and to push forward. I smirk, leaning down to connect my lips to her neck. That only makes her incoherent begging worse. It’s so cute, and I want to draw it out, but I decide to have mercy on her.

I press inside of her, finally making her mine, slowly so I can enjoy each and every inch of her center. She writhes under me, her grip on my back getting harder. It takes all of my strength to keep myself from slamming into her.

Eventually, I can’t hold myself still any longer. The roll of my hips starts gently at first, pulling almost completely out of her tight, wet heat before pushing right back in. I make sure she can feel every single inch of me.

“Tell me how you feel,” I whisper into her ear, my voice low and hot. “Do you like it?”

“Feels good,” she moans, her breath stuttering out as she tries to gather her thoughts. “You’re so big, daddy.” I nearly choke at her calling me that, but it only makes me grow harder, more desperate for her.

“I know I am, sweet girl,” I tell her, speeding up ever so slightly. “But you’re taking me so well. Daddy will take care of you.”

The praise seems to drive her crazy. I feel her pussy tighten around me, spasming with desire. All of my restraint disappears. There’s no way that I can hold back any longer.

As soon as I pick up the pace, the sounds coming out of her mouth grow in both volume and pitch. I imagine that the maids that live in the quarters downstairs can hear her. I don’t care. Actually, it makes this even sweeter. The fact that anyone who might be in this mansion can hear how good I’m making her feel makes my cock impossibly harder.

“You feel so good around me,” I tell her, loving the way that she reacts to my voice. “It’s like you were made for me, Candy.”

“Ethan,” she moans, her brain apparently empty of everything except me. “Ethan, Ethan, Ethan.”

“God, I love the way you say my name,” I groan, pounding into her even harder.

I can’t hold myself back, completely dropping all of my restraint. She’s enjoying herself, so I don’t feel bad about chasing my own pleasure. Already, I can tell that she’s going to fall over the edge before I do. If I were to reach between us and play with her clit, I could get her off in the next few minutes.

Maybe once she’s more used to the kind of ecstasy that I can give her, we’ll play with her limits. For now, I want to make sure every time we’re together an experience she never forgets, one she looks on fondly when everything is over. It’s what a perfect woman like her deserves.

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