Page 29 of Guarded By the Krampus

She lifted her head and her lips curved into a soft smile. “Well—since I can’t truly see you—tell me how it feels.”

I groaned, half-a-second away from telling her that her pussy was also ‘amazing.’

“I’m not really a man of words.”

“Try. Please.”

I clenched my jaw and then nodded my head. “Sorry—I’m nodding, I’m down—and I think you can already tell where I want to be.”

She giggled at that, still rubbing her pussy on my cock’s fat head. “Yeah, he’s pretty noticeable. I’m surprised you didn’t fall off the bed last night.”

“Me too,” I said, laughing back. “Can I go inside you?”

“Yeah,” she said, arching slowly back. “But—talk to me,” she urged, as she began to press.

“You’re hot—everywhere, I mean, you’re gorgeous, but, especially right there, and my dick feels like some sort of heat-seeking missile.”

“Yeah?” she teased.

“Uh huh. And the second I scented you—I knew I had to try to—” My words failed me again. “Get inside you?” I guessed, preferring to sound crude over desperate. At the same time, I clenched my ass to rise my hips up and get my dick closer to her and she allowed it, the edges of her pussy finally deigning to take me in, stretching to accommodate my girth. Both of us made deeply satisfied noises, and she started teasing me again, having taken, very literally, just the tip.

“Hmmm,” she purred, just riding there. “You wind up inside a lot of girls, Ace?”

“Yeah.” I didn’t want to lie. I wasn’t as famous as Satin, but thanks to my ex, there were pictures out there of me, too. “But?—”

Oh fuck it.It was impossible to lie to her while she was on me, and seeing as she still needed the MSA’s building, while my confession might put an end to this, it wouldn’t send her screaming.

“I think I’m meant for you,” I blurted out, and she stilled her hips immediately, staring down. “Not like in a gee-this-would-be-nice-to-fuck way right here. But something more. Real. Long-term.”Maybe even forever.

Her elegant eyebrows arched over her blindfold. “No wonder you’re shitty at poker,” she said. “You suck at hiding your hand.”

“I don’t want to hide from the person I want to be with. Not now—not ever.”

She was silent above me—still on me!—for another too-long beat. “Then I guess your dick isn’t the only thing big about you.”

I looked up at her, utterly mystified. All of me was big, my hands, my shoulders, my horns. “Which other part?” I asked, slightly terrified of her answer.

She broke into a grin and laughed. “Your heart, you idiot!” she said, and then rocked back to take in more of me.

It wasn’t the answer I longed for—I wanted to hear that felt like I did, and that somehow together we would make things work. But instead of wondering what she was thinking, I decided to listen to her body, which was now eagerly taking me, sliding back and forth, fucking herself with my cock. She leaned over so that my angle into her was perfect, and her breasts brushed my fur.

I wanted to come at once—and had a vision of myself accidentally shooting her across the rest of the jet—so I reachedout to either side to grasp hold of the metal legs of the seats where they were bolted into the floor, trying to contain myself.

She noticed the movement from me. “Are you good?”

“Yeah. Just trying to exercise some self-control,” I groaned.

“Why?”

There wasn’t any point in holding back. “Because you make me irrepressibly horny. Because ever since I met you all I’ve only thought about two things: how best to make you happy, and how to give you all my loads. And because if I don’t distract myself somehow, I’m going to tell you more things you might not want to hear.”

She’d started fucking herself in time to my phrases. “There’s all your words,” she said, with a grunt, as she rammed me home in her cunt. She balanced on my chest with one hand, then reached for her clit with the other, fluttering just an inch of me in and out of her, holding me deep inside. “But—who told you—” she said, lightly panting, as she wound herself tighter above me—“that I don’t want to hear them?” she asked, looking down, her hair falling forward to stroke my cheek like a caress.

If that meant…that this was real…I released the chairs beside me slowly, and wrapped my hands around her waist. My fingers met on either side. I didn’t guide her, I just got to feel her there, using all of her small human muscles, taking me.

“Isn’t dating your bodyguard a cliché?” I asked, hardly daring to hope.

She giggled again and licked her lips. “If it’s good enough for the Princess of Rhöndal, it’s good enough for me.”

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