Page 83 of Mistletoe Missus
Her doe eyes widened even more. “In a candy shop?”
“Yes, Wife, in a fucking candy store.” I smiled wickedly at Tinsley and lowered my head down to her busting cleavage. “I got a sweet tooth, angel.”
Tinsley gasped while I buried my face in between her big tits, and her fingers threaded through my hair. I blew a raspberry in the center, which produced another giggle and then a sigh when I licked up the entirety of her breasts.
God, I loved all the sounds Tinsley made.
“Maybe we should get some candy to go?” Tinsley whispered as I glanced up at her and she briefly peered around. “People are staring.”
“No, they aren’t. It’s your imagination running wild,” I breathed against her chest. “It’s only the two of us.”
I bit the flesh of her tit and sucked the skin between my lips. Tinsley let out an incredible whimper as I trailed my hands down her sides and to her perfect hip bones. I squeezed them and continued downward until I got to the end of her knee-high dress. My hands grazed up the outside of her thighs as tiny goosebumps awakened on her skin, and my fingers met the band of her panty line. I snapped the elastic, making her sighand close her eyes. She was enjoying all the sensations I had produced throughout her fucking pristine body. I looped my fingers into the band and pulled them down until the thong fell the rest of the way to the floor.
Tinsley shivered, and my mouth released her skin, producing a smile. Arousal overcame her. I knew it. She’d be soaking between her legs by now, in heat and ready for me, but I had a little treat for her.
I pulled my face from her tits, peered at the hickey I had left on her left tit for anyone to see. The mark was bright red with tiny dots around it on her perfect skin. I claimed her, marked her, and she was all mine.
My wife trembled as I peered up at her and grabbed the giant peppermint stick from where I had left it while I fondled her. I ripped the wrapper with my teeth, unable to tame the beast inside of me, needing to please her. She had been such a good fucking girl through everything my father had put her through, and she deserved all the finer pleasures in life.
I tasted the two-pound mint stick, and the flavor was amazing in my mouth. My taste buds went wild, but I knew another way to make my palate even sweeter. My wife’s juices.
Tinsley had opened her eyes and peered down at me with hunger. “I want to have a lick.”
“Anything for you, angel,” I said as I knelt down on my knees and brought the giant stick to her lips.
“Mm... So good.”
Tinsley’s eyes rolled while she moaned and licked the peppermint stick. My cock twitched.Holy hell.I might come in my pants if she kept this shit up.
My wife licked up the sides of the candy. The noises she made drove me wild, and she even bit the tip. Just a bit, but I wanted that baby smooth, and I let her continue her feast. She ended up trapping the giant peppermint between her lips and pushing itinside. All the way, she took the candy until I heard her gag while her big eyes watered, and I held it there. She released herself when she was ready and some red mixed with green saliva dribbled out the sides of her pretty mouth.
Dear fucking God.
“Jesus... Are you pretending the candy stick is my dick?” I breathed with wonder. “Because you’re taking it like a good little whore.”
Tinsley popped the candy from her mouth. “Maybe.”
My eyes sparkled with wickedness. Fuck. She was damn gorgeous.
“Good girl,” I groaned huskily. “Now, spit.”
Tinsley did. She spit right on the giant peppermint stick.
I traveled the smooth, sticky mint down her lower lip, hitting her chin until it met the skin of her chest. The sweet substance left a path down her cleavage, but I wouldn’t let it touch her dress. I balled up the bottom of the purple material in my hand and spread her legs apart with ease. She wouldn’t stop me because she never refused. She always knew my intentions were good, and I peered up at her with determination. I’d make my fucking wife come.
“What are you—” she whimpered from above me when my tongue flicked her clit.
“Hold your dress for me,” I ordered.
Tinsley did as she was told, and I threw her right leg over my shoulder. My hands were completely free to please her, tease her, and enjoy her. But something else would join in on the celebration.
I pressed the tip of the giant peppermint stick against her clit.
“Oh, my God, Mitt,” Tinsley said from above me with surprise. “What the fuck?”
“Yes, angel, that’s right,” I breathed against the entrance of her swollen slit. “You’re so fucking ready for my candy stick, but first...”
I licked up the entirety of her wet soaked slit, and the taste of my wife sent chills down to my dick. I ached for Tinsley, but this was all about her. This moment would be one I’d make her remember for the rest of her life.
