Page 17 of Krampus Kruk
I huff into a light laugh, thinking about how this stranger is demanding I ruin his furniture. I want to do it, make a mess all over, let him figure out how to clean it. My body involuntarily squirms even closer into his face, needing more. I feel his finger slide into my other hole as his hand presses down the slightest amount more.
Fuck, I am going to pee—or at least that’s what it feels like. I tense but then giggle. He doesn’t want me to hold back. I unclench, and my orgasm hits me hard. Moaning loud, I shake before splaying out over the couch, limp, feeling wetness on my back.
He grumbles, and the sound is deep, maybe a satisfied grunt. His hands run down my sides as his lips kiss my thighs before moving to my stomach. He growls, staring into my eyes, shifting to hover above me. He’s not saying anything, but the way he’s looking at me conveys just how much he liked that.
He leans back and sits on the couch, his legs spread wide. He looks like he’s reminiscing before he pats his thigh. I crawl into his lap, and he holds me tight.
“I didn’t think you would let go,” he says softly. “I’m always pegging you wrong.”
I raise my brow and giggle as he surveys the couch.
“Dirty girl … look at the mess you made.”
“You could clean it easily enough.”
“I’ll get myself a new couch for Christmas.” He sweeps my hair behind my shoulders and pulls me into another hug.“When they come to take this one away, I’m telling them what happened,” he says directly into my ear.
I giggle and swat his chest.
He grabs my chin and holds the most intense eye contact with me I think I’ve ever had. “You need to hydrate.” He holds my thighs around him, standing and carrying me toward the kitchen.
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“Drink. You need it,” I say, extending a glass of water to her. I love how comfortable she is in my kitchen, bare ass on the granite.
“You’re kinda sweet,” she says before taking a sip. I tilt the glass with my finger, encouraging her to drink all of it. And she does.
“One more orgasm before you have a big decision to make.” I kiss her neck, anticipating a bratty response.
“I’m not sucking your dick.”
“I can’t wait to call you a liar.” A sassy look immediately spreads across her face.
I like this girl.I shouldn’t like her this much. It has me wanting to learn more about her.
“You know …” she says, pulling me in by the hips. “This is going better than anticipated. I wasn’t thinking this would be, like …”
“About you?”
“Right.”
I lean down, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. “I want you to want it. I want my cock to be more than a tool to get you off.”
“Isn’t that a little dangerous? You know, for me to actually want it?” she asks quietly, breaking our gaze.
I grab her chin, bringing her focus back to me. “Why?”
“Because then I’ll want it after tonight.”
“Stay the night so you can get it in the morning,” I say, not wanting this to be over just yet as she huffs a laugh and wraps her arms around my neck. “I don’t think you’re going to be satisfied after the next orgasm. So, stay with me. There’s more fun to be negotiated.”
“Negotiated?”
I’ve been enjoying every give and every take.
“We’ve been negotiating since the moment we met.”
She nods, seeming deep in thought.
