Page 24 of Pucking Christmas Triplets Surprise

The feeling of his touch sends shivers down my spine, and I can't help but melt under his hypnotic gaze. “Chris-” I protest, but he cuts me off.

“I’ll teach you.” He whispers, his thumb sliding deeper in my mouth tasting metallic and ash, no doubt from his beating on Milo earlier in the night. I suck lightly, causing a small smile tospread across his lips as he slides his thumb out of my mouth. “Good job, on your knees.”

I hesitate for a moment, watching the light in his eyes turn into a hellish gleam, before slowly sinking to my knees in front of him. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out, not even air. He’s already half-hard, pushing against the material of his jeans, and from just the tent I know he must be freaking huge. I reach out tentatively, brushing my fingers against the bulge.

"Take it out," he commands, his voice gruff.

I obey, unzipping his fly and pulling his cock free. I swallow hard, feeling a rush of heat between my legs at the sight of it. Ignoring the growl in his chest I reach up and grasp it in my hand, feeling the warmth and hardness of it. He watches me intently, his eyes boring into mine as I slowly stroke him.

“Open your mouth princess,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

Again I obey, my eyes trained on the little bead of precum on the tip of his dick, leaning forward my lips brush against the tip of his cock. He groans softly, the sound vibrating through his flesh and makes me press my thighs closer.

My lips open wide and take him in. The sensation of his cock filling my mouth makes me gag and my eyes water as he slides in deeper, pressing against the back of my throat, but I force myself to relax and swallow around him. My hand works in tandem with my mouth squeezing and pulling more of him into me.

“Good job, princess.” His growl leaves his chest, followed by a groan. “Now drop your hand and use your tongue.”

I pause, my eyes widening, because if he thinks I can take all of him into my mouth he is sadly mistaken,and way too fucking big for me to even try. I will die if he shoves his cock down my throat. Death by cock sounds like a good way to go, but not before I’ve had him inside of me.

His hand threads in my hair, as he clicks his tongue. “Princess, I thought you were sorry.” My eyes lock with his, as he massages my scalp. “Are you sorry?”

I nod my head yes, desperate to show him that I meant what I said. I want him to forgive me. I want him to know that if I didn’t trust him then, I trust him completely now.

“Then drop your hand.” I groan against him, his cock pulsating in my mouth as I drop my hand and he uses his grip on my hair to guide my movements up and down his throbbing shaft.

I follow his directions, flicking my tongue along his slit and moaning as the salty sweetness of his cum spreads across my tongue. “You like how I taste pretty girl?” Christopher teases, a chuckle coming up my throat.

He thrusts his hips forward, fucking my mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. Every movement sends jolts of electricity through me, my pussy growing wetter with every thrust. I follow his thrusts, sucking and licking every inch of his shaft, trying to savor the smooth feel of his cock as I run my tongue along the vein underneath his shaft.

“Fuck you are sorry, aren’t you?” He teases, his fingertips rubbing my scalp as he continues his measured movements.

“So, so sorry.” I mumble against his shaft.

His breath hitches, another flood of precum staining the back of my throat. His moan makes me suck harder, rubbing my thighs against each other and pushing myself to take him deeper.

“Shit.” He pulls on my hair, shooting prickles of pain across my scalp but I don’t let that stop me. I keep sucking him harder, deeper, sloppier, until I feel saliva dripping down my chin. “You are going to swallow all of it, understand me?”

I nod as he thrusts into my mouth and tugs on my hair with such force that I fear some strands may be ripped out. But none of it matters, because I want this. I want him. I want him to know how sorry I am and this is my way of showing him, silently pleading for forgiveness as I take him down my throat, not wanting to breathe anything but him, even suffocating if that’s what he wants because I am so sorry.

He shudders against me, and releases long, hot spurts onto my tongue.

“Fuck, Josie.” He growls and I have never loved my name on someone’s tongue as much as right now. Chris continues to slowly pump in and out of my mouth and I swallow eagerly even as some dribbles down my chin.

He tastes like salted plums, so sweet, so salty and I can’t get enough of it. “You did so well, princess. I would have thought you were a pro.” He praises and my heart does a backflip.

When he pulls out I whimper, my panties so soaked I could fill the Atlantic, but he doesn’t move away, instead he leans forward and scoops the cum from the corners of my mouth and pushes it back inside. I lick the drips of cum I can reach with the tip of my tongue and gulp thickly.

“I’m sorry.” I cough out in between swallows.

Christopher leans down closer to my face, looking at me like I’m a goddess and the world has magically fallen away in light of his everything. I try to look away but theblue of his eyes are clear and soft, making my bottom lip quiver. “I know, baby. I know.”

Christopher kisses my swollen lips gently as he tucks himself back inside of his pants. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

I push my thighs closer together, my voice coming out as a weak squeak. “B-but…”

“But, what?” He smirks, staring down at my thighs pushed together.

“I want you.” I whisper, my eyes leaving his because I can’t look him in the fucking eyes as I beg him to fuck me like I want, like I need.

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