Page 30 of Starstruck with the Krampus

It also gives me an idea of what I want to do next.

He smooths my dress back down my legs, then stands and leans in to press a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll get you a glass of water. Give me a moment.”

But before he can leave, I grab him by the tie and tug him back down. “Not yet.”

His gaze darkens. He braces his hands on the back of the couch on either side of my head. “Oh? What?—?”

His words end on a choked-off groan as I push the image of what I’m planning into his mind. He’s always open to me, though we’ve perfected the way of communicating like this over the years. If I want his attention like today, I think about the image really hard, but otherwise, he’s learned to stay out of my head—and I appreciate it, because my thoughts are my own.

In moments like this, though, I love playing this game.

Dominic stands, his features harsh with tension. He unbuckles his belt and shoves his pants down. “Is this what you want, little mouse?” he asks, palming his already hard cock.

I slide from the couch to kneel on the carpet in front of him. “Yes.” I bat his hand away and close my fingers around his shaft. “I can’t believe you were going to walk away from me with this situation going on.”

He bites back a low groan as I thumb the twin piercings on the underside of his cock, then run my palm down to the base of him. With my other hand, I cup his heavy balls, rolling them lightly until they tighten and pull up.

Then I lean in and lick his shaft, curling my tongue around the broad cockhead. I slick him up, then dip a finger in his slit, where he’s already leaking precum, and bring the droplet to my lips. It’s sweet and spicy, exactly like my husband.

He shuffles his feet closer to me, and I know he’s about to protest because I’m teasing him, so I decide to put him out of his misery and open my mouth to swallow his cockhead. I breathe through my nose and take more of him until the warm tip of his dick touches the back of my throat.

The sound he makes is half growl, half purr, and his entire body vibrates with it. His fingers tangle in my hair, keeping me in place. He withdraws almost to the point of slipping out of my mouth, then thrusts back in. He’s careful with me, never demanding too much, but I love how he takes over and uses me, seeking his pleasure after he’s given me so much of it already.

“Your red lips look so fucking good,” he growls. “I love it when you wear red for me, baby.”

I peer up at him and think,I know.

He grins, his sharp teeth glinting in the low light. “Naughty.”

I retaliate by sucking hard on his cockhead the next time he withdraws, and his rhythm stutters, his hips snapping forward more quickly.

“Touch yourself, Gianna,” he commands. “I need your pussy wet and ready.”

I frown, gripping the base of his shaft with one hand, wondering what he has in mind. But I obey his order because that plug is still pressed so sweetly inside me, and the low vibration of Dominic’s body is doing things to me.

I reach under my dress, put two fingers to my clit, and roll it quickly. I want to finish with him, and I know he’s close. A moan escapes me, muffled by his thick cock, and Dominic hisses in a breath through his teeth, his fingers tightening in my hair.

“You’re a dream,” he tells me. “I love you so much.”

I can’t answer him, not right now, but I gaze up at him, and he smiles, because he knows I feel the same. I tell him every day, and I plan on continuing for the rest of our lives.

Suddenly, he pulls his cock from my mouth, spit and precum wetting his length. He moves so quickly, I can barely follow his movements, and kneels in front of me, then grabs my hips and moves me around so I find myself on hands and knees, ass presented to him. He flips up my skirt and groans at the sight of the plug still lodged in my ass.

“Gods, Gianna.” He touches the snowflake, tugging on it a little. “I need to come inside you.”

He’s already fitting his cockhead to my wet pussy lips, pushing forward. My mouth falls open on a gasp. The fit is always tight with how big his cock is, but with a butt plug, it’s much more snug. I adore how he fills me, so I rock my hips back, bearing down on his length. When the piercings drag over my G-spot, my hands give out, and I lean my weight on my elbows, panting with need.

“You take me so well,” Dominic rumbles. “I won’t last long.”

I shake my head, hair falling all around my face. “Me neither. I need it fast, Dominic. Fuck me, please.”

He curls his big body over mine. “As if I could ever deny you.”

Having him so close, protecting me while he fucks me so deeply, is incredible. Another dip, and he bottoms out, his thighs against mine. With each thrust, he nudges the plug in my ass, and soon, I’m keening under him, sparks dancing behind my closed eyelids. Then he draws back my hair and licks the bite mark on my neck with his rough tongue, and I shatter, pleasure pulling me under.

Dominic is right there, snarling his release, his hips bucking wildly until he grows still and only his cock twitches deep inside me, filling me with hot jets of cum. We stay like that for a long while he caresses my ass, my back, my cheeks, so tender where he was feral just minutes ago.

After he slips from me, he carries me to our bathroom to remove the plug and shower off the cum. He washes me gently,big hands moving over my skin with reverence, and I return the favor, marveling at the powerful slabs of muscle covering his body.

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