Page 29 of Garnish with a Candy Cane
“You feel incredible Duchess. I fucking love your mouth on my dick.”
Okay, maybe I’m not so bad after all. This time I go deep and add a bit of suction. His other hand threads through my hair and I can tell he’s trying not to lose control. I had no idea what this would do for me. How powerful and beautiful I would feel from giving him pleasure. How much I would love him enjoying my efforts. My body starts humming too, that ache building in my core I need for him to release. I try to ignore the sensation. This is for him not me.
She’s awkward and hesitant but I don’t give a fuck. I give her all the props for being brave enough to honor me with her first blowjob. And hell if she’s not trying so damn hard. Giving me everything she’s got with her determination. I have to return the favor.
I rip away her towel so I can enjoy the view as well as touch her luscious peach tits. I thumb her nipple and she moans. Jesus that vibration feels phenomenal on my cock. I stroke her again and she pulls off my dick. What in the actual fuck?
Her head shakes as much as possible with my fingers threaded through her long hair. “No Duke. Stop. I can’t concentrate when you do that.”
So fucking earnest and honest. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
“Yes it is, because this is for you. I want you to enjoy it.”
This selflessness right fucking here is why I love her so damn much. I cup her elegant face and stroke across her come drenched lips. “I fucking love it. Thank you.”
Foreign words for me to say but they feel right with her. She deserves my gratitude. With my appreciation, she returns to her task and starts from the beginning licking my tip and pumping down the length. When she tries to deep throat me again, I can’t hold back my admiration either. I tug the messy strands and remind her what a good girl she is. What a fucking good, good girl.
Fuck if that doesn’t goad her on and when she attempts to swallow me I about lose my mind. Normally I would hold back and be literally milked for all I’m worth but with her - with the tears streaming down her gorgeous face from the intrusion in her throat, I think she’s endured enough for her first time. I palm the sides of her delectable head and guide her down for a few controlled – so much fucking control not to fuck her mouth hard – thrusts and I detonate against her tonsils.
My determined Duchess holds on for the explosion, swallowing and gulping while I hold her in place. She takes my release like the boss she is watching me through her thick lashes until I slump against the sofa and my head falls back on the cushion.
I chuckle when she grabs the towel to gently wipe her lips and chin, still dainty and polite after just sucking my balls dry. Fucking adorable. I haul her up onto my lap and welcome her cuddling in. My cock stirs again under her ass, now no longer sated with her so perfectly sweet and near.
I’ll be up for fucking her again in a few minutes only if she’s ready. With her concussion, I won’t jeopardize her health regardless how much I need her pussy. “Thank you Duchess. I enjoyed that a whole hell of a lot.”
She squeezes me tighter, thrilled with my praise that she certainly deserves.
“I’m glad. But I want to keep practicing. Next time I’m going to try using my teeth.”
Well fuck now I’m rock hard again. I lift her up to straddle my thighs. “Can you take me baby girl? I need to be inside you.”
Once the timid smile lights up her tantalizing expression and her head bobs, I stroke between her legs to ensure she’s ready. I can’t help but groan from the wetness on my fingers. She really did like me fucking her mouth. I worship her clit until she moans and begins to ride my hand. I can’t wait any longer and slowly – ever so fucking slowly – impale her on my eager cock. She takes me like the badass she is, bobbing up and down with her arms wrapped around my neck. I let her control the pace. Fuck I let her control me like no one else ever has or ever will. “You okay?”
“Yes. This feels so good. I’ve missed you.”
Breathless and flushed, she works her hips until I can’t stop my urge to show her more. I tug her forward so her clit rubs against my stomach and slightly twist her pelvis. She gasps from us grinding together and joins my efforts. Her head tips back and I suck her neck, leaving my marks on her warm skin.
“It’s official. I love sex.”
This sly vixen is going to destroy me. “It’s official. I love you.”
My declaration draws her gaze back to mine, and her hands fly to my face. Small fingers stroke my stubble as she smiles so genuine and content. “I love you too.”
Thank fuck. I’m a pansy ass to be this grateful but I am. Although I love teasing her too so she gets all riled up. “It hasn’t been two weeks yet. Are you sure you’re ready to admit I was right all along?”
Her plump lips brush mine, sexy as hell. “Well Nana believes in Christmas miracles….”
Cute but talking about her grandmother while I’m buried deep inside of her kind of ruins the mood. So I distract her with my fingers on her tits. She distracts me right back when she darts her tongue to brush against my skin. All I can manage is one more confirmation before I’m fucking her to sleep. “Then I guess I do too Duchess.”
“Are you nervous?”
Fuck me if love doesn’t glisten in her eyes when she looks up from the paper she’s reading listing out all the precautions and aftercare instructions.
“No, because I know I’m safe with you here.”
Look at my smart, smart girl. Always knows the right thing to say. Which is dangerous because I can’t fuck her in this lobby despite how much I want to.
A guy, without a single line of ink visible on his freckled skin but at least ten piercings spiking his gaunt face, steps out from behind the curtain. His gaze never leaves my gorgeous duchess as he heads toward us.
