Page 16 of His Taste Of Christmas

“Angel, I want your eyes on me when I enter you. I want you to watch me when I take what’s mine.”

With gritted teeth and a deep breath, I push the tip of my cock inside her warm, wet walls.Fucking hell, she is tight. Despite squinting her eyes, she obediently keeps her gaze fixed on me. I push myself in deeper. Her cunt feels like a vice lock around my dick, and all I want to do is pound into her and hear her screams, but I have to be slow. Now that I'm halfway in, I can see her eyes welling up with tears.

“Trust me, Angel?” She confirms she understands with a nod, but doesn't say anything. I continue to push deeper.

“Mr Hayes.” A pained cry leaves her. I can’t wait this out any longer. I push myself in fully and she cries out. “It’s too much. It hurts.”

“You can take it, Angel. You can take it for your daddy, can’t you?” With reassuring words, I calm her down, her cries soon transforming into moans. As I watch my dick move in and out of her tight cunt, I apply a gentle amount of pressure to her clit with my thumb.

“Look how well you’re taking me, Angel. Your cunt was made for me, wasn’t it?” She lets out a loud gasp while wrapping her legs around my back. I increase the depth and speed up my movements as her body relaxes, and she seems to take me with more ease. Sweat droplets shimmer on her forehead while she clings to the sheets. I increase the speed and move my thumb in circular motions on her clit.

“Mr Hayes, oh my God.” She arches her back off the bed, her legs gripping me tightly, and a scream of pleasure escapes her lips. I witness her trembling form as she cums, causing her skin to break out in goosebumps. Her sweet cunt flutters around my dick. She's an unforgettable vision that I never want to lose.

“That’s it, come for your daddy, Angel.” I drop my thumb from her clit and slow down my thrusts into her. I don’t want this to end and I will drag it out as long as possible. She relaxes and lets herself fall back onto the bed, her breathing slowing and her legs releasing their grip on me.

“My fantasies could never match that,” she exhales. Her face breaks into a lazy smile. I withdraw from her, and she lets out a hiss. Although I know she's sore, I cannot end here.

I need more of her.

“Angel, I’m not done with you yet. Can you take more?”

While I don't want her to suffer, I believe the pleasure will suppress any pain.

“Yes, Mr Hayes.” As I peer down at my dick, smeared with blood and see it on her legs, an urge to behave like a savage surges through me, accompanied by a sudden feeling. I want to taste her in every way possible.

“I crave your taste, Angel,” I murmur, sinking to the floor and eagerly indulge in her cunt. I slide my tongue into her opening, licking the inner walls as she moans softly once more. I use the sticky candy cane to flick against her clit while pleasuring her with my tongue repeatedly. I shut my eyes and relish her completely, as if she's my last meal. Her taste is hands down the most delicious thing I've ever experienced.

“Your innocence tastes so sweet, Angel.” I spit on her clit and lick it back up. I notice blood on the candy cane, causing me to reach out to her.

“Taste how sweet you are, Angel.” It's not like me, but she has a way of making me feral and bringing out a sweet yettwisted side in me. Without any hesitation, she simply accepts it, wrapping her lips around it, sucking, licking.

“Fuck, Angel.” I toss the candy cane and sit up. This time, I place her legs over my shoulders and lean over her so her hard nipples brush my chest. I fantasised about having her bent in half with my dick buried in her tight, wet pussy, and now I’m going to have it.

My dick is throbbing, and her pussy dripping. I allow my dick to slide through her folds, making sure I brush the head over her swollen clit. She stutters on a breath before I position myself at her entrance.

Our panting breaths mingle together as our noses brush one another. Her hooded eyes go wide as I slowly push myself in. I have to close my eyes and take a deep breath; her walls tighten around me instantly like a fucking glove I never want to take off. I can’t come already, but her pussy is trying everything it can to milk my cock for every last drop.

I open my eyes and my heart skips a beat. Her emerald eyes roll back with every gentle thrust, her lips open slightly with small mews leaving her mouth. Every time my chest brushes against her nipples, I feel her pussy flutter. My stomach flips with every second that goes by. She's fucking mine. I’m never letting her leave. Wherever she will go, I will be there, whether or not she accepts it.

The thought causes me to drive into her relentlessly, filling her to the hilt, I bring my hands up to her face and cradle her cheeks, holding her in place, hoping she can bear the pain from the sharp thrusts, but by the looks of her, the pleasure is numbing the pain completely.

I drop my forehead to hers and close my eyes, allowing the pleasure to wash through me as her loud screams and sharp exhales make me increase my speed. I'm almost there, but I wanther to experience pleasure repeatedly. I push her knees back until they touch her shoulders.

“Oh my God, Mr Hayes, this is too intense,” she mutters, squeezing her eyes shut and turning her head away. I know at this angle, I can get in deeper, and I know eventually, the pleasure will take over.

“I’m so fucking proud of how well you’re doing, Angel and I know you can show me that you can take me anyway I give it to you, can’t you?” She cries out as I push in.

“Ye-es,” she stammers.

“Scream for me, Angel. Make everyone in this pub hear you scream and let them know who you belong to.”

Chapter thirteen

Angel

Ipush at Mr Hayes’s stomach trying to push him away, although I make a half-arsed job of actually doing it. It’s more like an automatic reaction every time he hits a certain spot inside of me. The feeling is all too much. It’s not painful as such, but at this angle, it makes me feel like I’m going to piss myself, and I can’t embarrass myself like that.

“Mr Hayes.” He suddenly halts, slipping out of me, and rises on his knees, his penis bobbing, glistening with my juices, while I take exaggerated deep breaths to calm myself. The pressure I was feeling disappears immediately.

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