Page 24 of Guarded By the Krampus

“Getting rid of this,” I stated, pulling her thong away from her skin, and tearing it in half.

“What? Ace!” she protested. “That’s Agent Provocateur!”

“I’ll buy you more,” I promised, and she laughed.

“You don’t even know how much they cost! And—” she said, pausing, her eyelids blinking down over her dully gleaming orbs. “You never asked me how much I would be paying you.”

It was my turn to kneel beside her on her bed now. I pushed her back, then reached for her pants, tugging them off the rest of the way, before I returned to hover my lips above her hips, pushing her thighs wide for me.

“Because I never cared,” I said simply, before I lay between her legs and feasted.

Her hands knew the drill—they went for my horns at once. I was transported by her claiming me, and I couldn’t have told you precisely what I did next under torture—if I sucked on her clit till she screamed, or let her ride on my muzzle, filling my nose with her scent, while my tongue writhed inside her, as she pushed myhorns away, or brought them nearer, making me fuck her with my face—all I knew was that she was now my everything.

“Oh God—oh God—oh God—” she panted, her toes digging into the shaggier fur on my back, her knees squeezing my ears. “Ace—Ace—Accccceeeeeee!” she howled, her hips throbbing against me for what felt like minutes, before finally relaxing.

“Oh my God,” she said again, as I finally rose up.

“Is that so?” I teased her, reaching down to rub her clit with a lazy thumb.

“Yeah,” she breathed, looking up.

She was sweaty now, her hair was disheveled, and she smelled like me. I loved that her breasts had enough weight to them to make her nipples point a little diagonally, and while I was contemplating their perfection, I watched her slowly blush.

“It’s time, isn’t it,” she asked.

“Now or never,” I said, finally unlatching the buckle of my kilt. I tossed the leather skirt aside, and instantly my dick was slung between us.

She reached tentative fingers toward it, and I shivered when she touched me. I’d been hard the whole time I’d been eating her out—it was a miracle I had any blood pressure at all.

“It’s so big, Ace,” she whispered quietly—not a compliment, but a comment on logistics.

“I know. But if it doesn’t fit at all, we’ll do something else. I promise.”

I knew, on a bone deep level, emotionally, spiritually, metaphysically, that she and I were meant to be together.

And if that meant getting my jizz inside her with a turkey baster, well fuck, I still would.

“Put me where you want me, Satin,” I said, bringing my body over hers. My head was above her breasts, like my dick needed to have a running head start.

She tossed her legs around my chest again. “Okay,” she said, then pushed the head of my cock down, where it could rub against her entrance, piercing free.

I’d never felt anything sorightbefore, in my entire life. She was soft, she was warm, and I knew she was meant for me.

She stroked me back and forth, rubbing herself up and down, before she notched me.

“Go slow?” she asked.

“Of course,” I swore, gently pressing.

If I hadn’t spent almost an hour getting her used to me, I might’ve not had such good luck, but as it was, her pussy stretched for me, like a welcoming flower.

“Fucccccckkk,” she moaned, as my head made it in.

“Yeah,” I agreed, taking minute thrusts, not trying to gain ground, just relishing the long-awaited friction. I felt the thick, blunt head of my cock rubbing against her walls, and I couldn’t wait to make her come again—to feel her squeezemethis time, and not my tongue. “Deeper?” I asked her.

She nodded quickly. “But—carefully.”

“Of course,” I said again. I pressed in a little further—and then a little further past that, till she squeaked and winced. “Uh—uh—uh—uh—uh—uh,” I said, pulling quickly back.

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