Page 39 of Oh My Secret Christmas Baby
"You want to know? I'd lock you up in our room. Tie you to the bed if I had to."
"That's terrible and crazy." Even as she says it, her fingers dig into the front of my shirt, grabbing hold of me. It hits me that both of us have the wrong ideas in our heads. “What else? Would you ah, make me do things?” Her delicate fingers start to travel down to my belt again.
This time I don’t have the willpower to stop her. I brace both hands on the door, letting her do as she pleases. It feels as though I’ve waited an eternity to be in this situation with her.
“I just want to see.” She peers up at me through her lashes as her hand slips into my pants to pull my cock out.
I groan when her soft hand wraps around me. “You’re big.” The little minx licks her lips again. “Maybe I should get a better look.”
“No.” I stop her when she tries to go to her knees. Determination flashes in her eyes, but I grab her, lifting her off her feet, giving her no choice but to release my cock. I flick the lock on the door.
“Hey,” she protests as I carry her over to the couch.
“You’re pregnant and shouldn’t be on your knees,” I tell her, sitting down with her in my lap, straddling me. My cock is still out and now pressed between us.
“You’re ridiculous, and I want to.” She wraps her hand around my cock again. “I want this, and it has nothing to do with being beholden to you. Max wanted me too, apparently, and I never so much as kissed him. Please let me make you feel as good as you make me.” I swear she’s almost pouting overwanting to wrap those pillowy lips around my cock. A growl rumbles from my chest.
“I don’t want to talk about him right now.”
“Me neither, but I’m pleading my case.” I let out a breath.
“You’re pleading your case to suck my cock?”
“Hollis.” She gasps, scandalized. “I suppose I am. Are you going to make me beg?”
“Never,” I say without hesitation. If it's in my power to give, I will make that happen.
"So I win." A sexy-ass wicked smirk plays on her lips. We both know she’s got me.
“You’ll always win.” I cup the back of her neck to pull her in for a deep kiss. Candy strokes my cock. Her movements are jerky at first as she finds her rhythm. I don’t care what she does; as long as she’s touching my cock, I know I’ll enjoy it.
I let her break the kiss, and she wiggles her ass backward.
“Hold on.” I stop her before she can slip off my lap. “I want to see you.” I pull her sweater off over her head, tossing it away. Her bra is the next to go. “Stand up for me, precious girl,” I encourage.
She stands between my spread thighs so I can pull the small zipper on the side of her skirt. It drops, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her red fuzzy socks and silky white panties. Ones I bought for her.
I didn't know you could get off on buying clothes for a woman and seeing her wear them. It helps soothe my possessiveness that always simmers inside of me for her. Then again, I didn't know a lot of things could be a turn-on, but even watching her brush her teeth will do it for me. The woman merely needs to breathe, and I want her.
My hands grip her ass, and I pull her closer, her panty-covered pussy right in my face. I can’t help but bury my facethere to simply breathe her in. I wish I could bottle the scent, but I wouldn’t risk anyone else knowing it.
“Honey,” she whispers. I know I’m supposed to be letting her explore, but I slip my fingers into her panties and pull them to the side. “Hey, now.”
“Just a taste,” I tell her. “I want your taste on my tongue while you suck my cock.” Candy gets turned on by dirty talk. She might blush and avert her eyes when I do it, but I know she wants it, and fuck do I love saying dirty shit to her to watch her squirm. To know my words alone can get her worked up for me.
I thrust my tongue through the folds of her cunt to give me full access to her clit. I tease it, stroking my tongue back and forth. Her fingers tighten in my hair. When she starts to rock her hips, I pull back, wanting to keep her on the edge.
"You tease." Her words come out breathy.
"I'll lay you out on this couch and eat your pussy all day if you want." Her eyes narrow.
"You're trying to distract me from—" Candy glances at my cock that is painfully hard and begging for her attention. "Doing stuff," she adorably gets out. If I wasn’t turned on so badly, I’d smile at her.
“You want to suck my cock?” I ask her. Her tongue slides across her plump bottom lip, and she nods. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
“I think so.” It shouldn’t turn me on how timid and shy she is, but it does. I grab a throw blanket off the back of the couch and put it on the wood floor. With me sitting on the couch now, she won’t be on her knees. She’ll be able to sit her ass on the back of her thighs.
I lean back on the couch, letting my thighs widen. There is no way I could tell her no now. I’m past the point of return. I’m a hair’s breadth away from coming already, and she hasn’t even gotten her mouth close to my dick.
