Page 15 of Deadly Holiday Kiss

The black fog clouding my senses is slowly but surely dissolving. Every beat of my heart drums inside my skull as if someone were knocking against my temples. My eyes flutter open, my dimly lit surroundings blur, but a point directly in front of me keeps moving, back and forth. Blonde hair framing a face with red lips and pale skin. My vision begins to clear, and my senses trickle back in as a sudden burst of pleasure throbs between my legs, followed by a burning sting.

At the shock, my vision instantly clears and the image of Harlee appears in front of me, completely naked, her eyes closed as a soft moan slips from her lips. My gaze travels from her face, down her body, over the prominent collarbone, her round breasts swaying as she moves, across her flat stomach to where our hips connect.

The moment she rolls her hips back, riding down my cock, laying flat against my stomach, my eyes widen at the sight of a red and white striped object disappearing into the opening ofmy cock. A fucking candy cane? Aware of the cause of the sting, it intensifies and a painful yet pleasurable groan tears from my throat.

In an attempt to reach for her, my hands abruptly come to a halt against the restraints tied to the bed frame that holds me in place.

"Oh, look, you’re finally awake," she says between heavy breaths, followed by a low chuckle. My mouth falls open in a silent groan as she grinds her hips forward, up my length until the tip of my cock and the candy cane disappear between her folds and lock against her opening.

"What the hell are you doing?" I choke out, my voice hoarse.

"Giving you thatweirdsexual experience you thought I was doing with Richmond."

"How did you get the candy—" She rocks her hips backward before wrapping her fingers around my length and giving it a skillful pump, pulling a groan from the depths of my stomach.

"The urethra is surprisingly flexible. With enough lube, even a less experienced man can fit a candy cane. It also helped that you were unconscious. No annoying screams when I stretched you open."

"For fuck's sake," I grunt, throwing my head back into the sheets.

"Oh, come on, I'm sure it feels good," she says with a chuckle as she lowers herself between my legs and begins to pepper kisses from my abs, over my happy trail, to my cock. Her fingers wrap around the base of my length, giving me a lazy pump. My eyes widen at the sudden warm sensation of her tongue against the shaft of my cock, trailing up the length and over the curve of the candy that is snuck against my cock.

"Harlee," I let out a guttural groan as her lips part around the head and she takes me in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the crown. Every time she hits the candy, it shifts insideme, sending a wave of pain mixed with indescribable pleasure through my muscles. It shouldn't feel as good as it does. "God..." I blurt out and her reaction is immediate. She pulls her head back, her thumb landing on the candy cane and pressing down, drawing a painful gag from me as a wave of pain shoots from my cock through my entire body.

"There is no god here. I am your goddess and you will worship my name only," she threatens, and I can only nod in response, the words stuck in my throat. "Good boy," she praises, her fingers wrapping around my length again, pumping down to the base. Her mouth follows, the wet heat wrapping around me as she swallows me deeper into her throat.

My gaze is fixed on Harlee, her eyes looking back at me. Her red lips stretch beautifully around me. I gasp for air as suddenly the tip of the candy cane hits the back of her throat, pressing down on my cock, followed by her muscles contracting around the head. My hips stutter, the combination of the pain paired with the pleasure of her warm mouth wrapped around me and her hand at the base driving me to the edge at a speed I've never experienced before.

Wanting to touch her, I pull on the restraints again, twisting my wrists to find a loose spot to slip out, but she's done a damn good job. A groan rips from my throat as her tongue twirls around the head of my cock once more, moving to the top and suddenly pressing down on the candy.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." I repeat like a mantra as my muscles stiffen and my hips begin to stutter under her touch.

"Not yet," her sing-song voice pulls me out of my haze, and the stimulation of her mouth and hand leaves me as she pushes herself to her knees. My eyes follow her every move as she spreads her legs and straddles my hips again, wrapping her fingers around my cock and flicking her thumb against the candycane. The shift of it inside me sends another shock wave of pleasure through my muscles.

"Should we leave it in or take it out?" She looks at me with lustful eyes.

"Out." I raise my voice.

"Oh, really, why?" She runs her thumb along the curve, pressing down and pulling another painful moan out of me. "I have a feeling you'd enjoy a reverse release." She chuckles.

"No, come inside." I force the words out through the throbbing pain.

"Hm," she hums, running her thumb down the arch. "That does sound a lot better." My eyes widen as she brings her thumb to the end of the curve of the candy cane and pushes the stick up, slowly but surely sliding it out. My muscles relax with each torturous inch as the pressure is released from my cock.

Once the candy cane pops out, my body melts into the sheets and a wave of release washes over me. My eyes remain trained on Harlee as she swirls the candy in her fingers before bringing it to her lips, her tongue darting out, and she licks up the red and white stripe, humming in approval before she throws it aside and crawls up my body.

Her fingers wrap around my length again, holding me up, and the tip of my cock catches her opening. "You're going to be a good boy and let me keep using you, okay?" She glares at me, and I nod. As much as I wanted to kill her earlier, all I want to do now is please her. "Good," she says and lowers herself on top of me. Effortlessly, she parts around me, her wet warmth welcoming me as she settles down, easing me all the way inside her until she is sitting flush on top of me.

Her hands land on my stomach as her head lolls back, her lips parting in a moan. This time it feels more intimate, compared to when I fucked her in the hallway. We're alone, the house empty, the bedroom dimly lit. The only sounds breaking the ChristmasEve silence are the crackling fire in the fireplace, our heavy breathing, and the occasional moan that slips out of us.

I bathe in the sight of Harlee on top of me, the perfect image of a murderous goddess taking what she wants, and being inside her feels like heaven. My hips buck against her and she digs her sharp nails into my abs. Her head rolls forward, her hair falling over her shoulders. Without a word, she flattens her hands against my abs and rocks her hips back and forth, raising them slightly before bringing them down flush against mine. Her breasts sway with each movement, and I curse in my head, wanting nothing more than to touch them.

Once again, I pull at my restraints, but the air is knocked out of my lungs as she lifts her hips only to drop her weight back onto me. Refusing to close my eyes, I watch in awe as she picks up the pace, bouncing on top of me, her lips parted as the most melodic moan I’ve ever witnessed falls from her mouth.

One of her hands moves from my stomach to my face. "Spit on it," she demands through heavy breathing and my eyes land on her fingers in front of my mouth. As instructed, I collect a good amount of saliva on my tongue and spit into her hand. She then brings it between her legs and spreads my saliva over her clit. My attention remains transfixed on where we are joined, my cock gliding in and out of her while she places two fingers flat against herself and circles her clit.

Her moans, accompanied by my grunts each time she settles on top of me and the sound of our wet skin slapping against each other, fill the room. The festive atmosphere of Christmas is long forgotten.

My thigh muscles flex as her cunt grips me, pulsing around my length. Her rhythm turns more feverish, her movements less bold as she switches from bouncing up and down to grinding back and forth. Her whole body begins to tremble until she suddenly comes to a halt, her mouth hanging open as shescreams in ecstasy, her muscles squeezing me tighter as her orgasm washes over her.

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