Page 17 of Claiming Candy

The sound of skin against skin fills the room. It mingles with her breathy moans and my low grunts of pleasure. I can’t think of a better soundscape than the one we create together.

I shift my arms, changing the way that I’m holding myself above her. The shift in my position is enough to drive my cock directly into her g-spot. She cries out my name, tightening her hold on me. If she were any stronger, she might have pulled me down against her chest.

“Oh, is that it?” I ask, knowing damn well that it is, that with each thrust of my hips I’m sending lightning sharp zings of desire through her.

“Yes, yes, yes, daddy,” Candy cries, her hips canting up to meet each one of my unrelenting thrusts.

“You think you’re gonna come, baby girl?” I ask, my mouth hot against her ear.

She doesn’t answer, and I’m fairly certain she isn’t hearing anything I’m saying anymore. So, I nibble at her earlobe before shifting my attention down the column of her neck. My mouth moves up and down the exposed skin. I’m not even leaving kisses, it’s more like a brush of my lips. Occasionally, I stop long enough to bite and suck just hard enough to leave a mark. I want anyone who sees her to know that she’s been claimed, that she’s mine.

That gets her talking, and once she starts, she doesn’t stop. She cries, “Yes,” over and over again. Then, my name falls from her lips. It’s broken by a loud, wanton moan as her orgasm begins to take her over.

I keep up the steady, unrelenting pounding of my hips. I work her through it as her back arches up off the bed and she wraps her legs around me as if to keep me in place. Her pussy squeezes around me, and I feel each wave of her climax as it slams into her.

My own pleasure takes me over as the last echoes of Candy’s orgasm start to wane. I groan, biting down even harder on the junction of her neck and shoulder. Then, I fill her up with my hot seed.

When Candy feels my climax, she gasps. Her thighs clamp even harder against my waist as she takes everything I have to give her. I keep fucking her, letting her sweet pussy milk me for all that I’m worth.

“Fuck,” I groan as the last drops of my load empty into her glorious warmth.

“Yeah,” she says breathlessly.

I kiss her sweetly, cupping her face as I pull out. She hisses into my mouth as she kisses back. I miss her warmth, and I’m already looking forward to a round two.

“How are you feeling?” I murmur as I lie on my back and pull her onto my chest.

“Amazing, even better than yesterday,” she sighs, nuzzling into my neck.

“You think you could go again?” I ask, getting a flurry of giggles from Candy.

I don’t think I’m going to get an answer, but then quietly, she says, “Yeah. I think I’d like that.”

Chapter Ten

Candy

I wake up with the excitement of Christmas morning coursing through my veins. I roll over, wanting to wish the man I love a merry Christmas, but he isn’t there. Confused, I sit up and glance around the room.

The place is the same as when we fell asleep last night, save for an outfit folded on top of the dresser. I get up and shuffle across the floor. The clothes are clearly my size, but they aren’t nice in the same way that all of the things Ethan has picked out for me.

They look almost like the clothes I’d wear to volunteer at the shelter.

Next to the pile of fabric, there’s a note and a cellphone. The note is in Ethan’s handwriting, telling me to put these on, take the phone, and to go downstairs to meet his driver. I wonder what he’s got planned – he doesn’t strike me as the kind of man to plan a surprise on Christmas Day.

Excitement courses through me as I rush to get dressed. I throw my hair into a ponytail as I leave the room and head downstairs. The driver is waiting for me in the living room, nodding for me to follow him into the garage.

As we’re driving, I get a phone call from Ethan. I answer enthusiastically, not bothering to hide the way anticipation is building in my gut. He chuckles fondly, and it warms me from the inside out.

“Sounds like someone slept well,” he says. In the background, I think I hear some sort of work being done, but I can’t tell.

“I did,” I say, leaning my head back against the headrest and watching the scenery go by. “It would have been better if you were there when I woke up, though.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” Ethan sighs, sounding genuinely apologetic. “There was something I had to take care of.”

“Oh, and what’s that?” I ask, unable to veil my curiosity.

“You’ll see,” Ethan says, and just by the tone of his voice, I can tell that he’s smiling. “You’re in the car, right?”

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