Page 21 of Krampus Kruk
“I feel really comfortable with you, and I’m not used to feeling like that.”
He nods, grabs my hips, and flips me over. He squeezes my ass, digging his fingers in deep.
“This is for taunting me.” He swats hard, and I yelp. “This is for saying something nice.” He squeezes my hips and pulls them back until I feel his tongue.
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Tasting her, I know I will be sad tomorrow. Our push and pull, our rhythm—it’s all too fun. More fun than I was expecting. More fun than I’ve had in a while. Pressing my tongue into her, I want her to scream, to fall limp after her release. I don’t even care about the blowjob at this point or punishing her bratty mouth. I want her to keep letting go and give herself to me fully.
Tinsel presses her hips back, trying to grind her pussy deeper into my face.Impatient.She’s not used to this. She’s wanting to come as fast as possible when it’s better the longer it’s dragged out. I squeeze her hips, holding them in place as I pull back.
“You’re going to come when I want you to come,” I say firmly. “Understand?”
“Yes, Krampus,” she sasses, and I swiftly swat her ass.
“Try that again.”
“Yes,Daddy,” she sasses.
I shouldn’t reward the sass, but I love that word. I dive back in, snaking my hand across her hip to rub her clit while my tongue explores. I groan, savoring her. My cock twitches as I think about all the fun ahead. We’re just getting started. Shewhines.Fuck, that’s a noise. That’s incredible. I keep my tongue exactly where it is, and she whines again.
“Oh my God,” she pants.
I pull back the slightest amount. “Come for me.”
She giggles before a loud, ragged exhale erupts from her. Her body starts to squirm, and I hold her in position, one arm wrapped around her hip, the other squeezing tight. She cries out, and I lightly flick, feeling her aftershocks, satisfied to take her there again.
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Recovering on my back, staring up at him as he hovers above me, I say what I want. “Let’s go to your room.”
He nods, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. Hand in hand, he guides us through the cabin. As we walk, I think about something else I want, something I’ve always wanted to do. But am I going to ask for it? I bite my lip as we enter his room, still deciding.
His room is large, and everything in it is too. Huge bed. Big wooden dressers. Deep colors, wooden accents. It’s nice. I sit at the foot of the bed and look up at him.
“I will suck your dick if you crawl to me,” I say with a smirk.
He chuckles. “I’m not crawling to you, baby girl.”
I dramatically sigh. “Then I guess it’s time for me to go back to the bar.”
He grumbles, cocking his head, maybe wondering how serious I am. I’m very serious. Plus, there’s no way he’ll drive me back to the bar without getting off. I think the odds are in my favor here, and if anyone is going to do it for me, I want it to be him, someone all fucking alpha, to bow.
“It will be our little secret,” I whisper, squeezing his thighs over his jeans. “No one will ever know you submitted to a girl.” His hand cups my face as his thumb rubs my cheek. It looks like he’s considering it. “You’re the one who said there is more fun to be negotiated. So, let’s negotiate.”
“I don’t bow down,” he huffs.
“I want you to crawl to me,” I beg, suddenly feeling vulnerable about how he doesn’t want to do it. “Being vulnerable for a few minutes doesn’t make you weak,” I say to both of us. “And you’ve been in control all night.”
“You sure about that, baby girl?”
“I’ve been a willing participant. Give me this. This is some shit I’m never going to forget.”
His face turns smug as he squeezes my chin. “Are you begging?” he asks playfully.
My lips move to a tight smile. “Yes. I’m begging. It’s not like I’m asking to peg you. Just crawl to me.”
“Today, it’s crawling ...”
