Page 57 of The CEO's Christmas Wife

Kandi brushed her fingers over my chest and then placed her hand against my heart. “Because you need someone to help you carry the pain. It’s not fair that you have to do it all on your own.”

This girl was too damn good for me, and she was making me fall deeper in love with her every moment. Kandi took my dick into her mouth, and with her gaze on me, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked me back. Slobber dripped from her mouth, and she soaked my shit up as she sucked and sucked some more.

“You’re gonna suck my damn soul outta there, baby girl.”

She winked and pulled back. “Merry Christmas to you then, Mr. Kayn.”

She resumed her action, and I sat back on the couch and spread my legs wider. Her fingers worked my balls over, and she used her tongue and lips to bring me great pleasure. When I was ready to explode, I tapped her on the head to pull her back. She shook her head and kept sucking.

“Kandi, I can’t hold on,” I gritted out.

She crooked her fingers at me in a gesture that I took to mean, “Come on.”

I wrapped my fingers in her hair and slid to the edge of the couch. Pushing up into a standing position, I forced her to shift up from the backs of her legs into a complete kneeling position. I rocked into her mouth, thrusting hard. She was making me lose my gahdamn mind.

I dug my toes into the carpet as I pumped until I shot my seed down her throat. Even when I finished, she still sucked, milking my ass dry.

“Now I gotta get hard again so I can take care of you. I wanted to be inside that pussy, baby,” I complained as she climbed onto the couch.

She spread her legs wide with her shoes still on and smiled at me as she began to play inside of her pussy.

“And you shall.”

Kandi’s mouth dropped open, and she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth. Her eyes were at half-mast as she watched me, watching her pleasure herself. I grabbed my dick and tugged again. She was sexy as hell and confident with what she was doing.

Kandi closed her eyes and became lost in the moment, moaning as the sounds of her fucking her pussy grew more audible in the quiet of the living room. Her wetness suctioned her fingers deeper inside until I could take no more. I released my dick and kneeled between her legs on the couch.

Lifting her ass in the air with my hands, I made her pussy my platter, and I ate. What she served me was far better than any meal I had in the last few weeks.

Kandi shifted until she was only on her upper back with her ass and pussy in the air. Her shoes fell off, but I didn’t care. My fingers filled her back hole while my tongue and lips took care of her front. She swirled around on my face, dousing me with her juices as she released on my tongue and lips with a sweet, ecstatic moan.

And when I finished, I was more than ready for her again. I sat down beside her and tugged her hand. She sat up, and I spanked her on the ass. “Get ya ass on this dick, Miss Jolly.”

“Happy to oblige, Mr. Kayn.”

She slowly sank onto me, and I closed my eyes, thankful to be in the place that brought me bliss. Connected with Kandi the way that I was wasn’t just a physical journey. It was an emotional and spiritual connection that I had never experienced and one that I would go to hell and back to keep from severing.

I knew that I needed her in my life. However she needed to be with me, I would accept it, but in the deepest recesses of my heart, I knew this woman belonged to me forever. And as we released together with a victorious cry, I felt that we had become one on a more universal and spiritual level.

“I’m never letting you go.” I whispered against her lips before I took her tongue in my mouth. With a handful of ass and her legs straddling me on either side of my hips, I pulled her closer and confessed my love. “I love you, Kandi.”

“And I don’t plan on going anywhere, Mr. Emmanuel Kayn. Because I love you beyond measure.”

29

CHRISTMAS BREAK

Kandi

DECEMBER 30TH

I swung my feet back and forth as I sat at the counter, watching Kayn mold the salmon he had just chopped into burgers. He added peppers, onions, seven different seasonings, and smoked gouda to the salmon after he chopped it and ground it. My stomach groaned as I watched him. There was nothing sexier than a man who could cook. Add to that the man was a grumpy multi-millionaire and your boss, and it was downright sinfully yummy.

“You’ve been silent over there for too long. What’s on your pretty little mind, Kandi?” he asked with a glance over his shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking a lot, and I know we’ve had this conversation more times than I can count in my head, but I keep coming back to it.”

“About you working for me?”

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