Page 54 of We Three Kings

“But I don’t know how.”

Despair wobbles in her whisper that is easy to eliminate. “I’ll show you.”

My offer makes her smile. The smile that can destroy a man with the level of faith and trust and belief she has in me. I kiss her gently. “I’m proud of you for being honest with me. You don’t have to be shy.”

As expected, she remains eternally shy, blushing and flicking her gaze to my chin. No worries. She’s perfect and doesn’t have to change for me.

I clasp her hands and walk us backward to the chair next to the Christmas tree so she remains in my sights. Once my thighs hit the cushion, I kiss the top of her head. “Kneel for me.”

Docile as always, she drops to her knees and looks up waiting for my next order. I caress her cheek and rest my fingertips under her chin. “Good girl. You’re going to take my cock so well.”

Eager and devout, she bobs her head fervently. Wide eyes watch intently, taking in every aspect of me unbuckling my belt and sliding down my zipper. Pink lips part with a huge gasp when I release my dick from my boxer briefs, shoving them down low enough to free my balls too. “Open for me.”

She frowns for a second before drawing in a massive breath and offering her tongue. “That’s it. Let me fuck that succulent mouth of yours.”

I guide in the tip, and she startles, blinking rapidly and jutting backward to escape the intrusion. I cup the back of her head, holding her immobile. “You can do this. I know you can.”

My encouragement bolsters her, and she nods, presenting her tongue again. “There you go. That’s it.”

The head passes her teeth before she sputters but doesn’t pull away. “Relax angel. Just relax.”

Her shoulders drop from being hunched by her ears, and she clamps my cock like a rod in her mouth.

Once she’s used to the sensation, I drive deeper before drawing out again. She gulps trying to get air as I thrust again and again until I hit her tonsils, and she involuntarily swallows. “Fuck that feels so good.”

Praise works like a charm, and she slobbers trying to lick and suck as I hold tight for her benefit. She works so hard without any rhythm or skill, and I love her for it.

I love her.

Smiling down at her, I realize after only two weeks I really have fallen in love with her. The thought hits me hard. This is what love looks like, feels like.

Her challenging herself to overcome her lack of experience, to abandon her insecurity and trust me enough to be completely vulnerable.

Me worried more about her pleasure than my own, ensuring I build her confidence, so she has zero regrets. All this time I never thought change was possible for a selfish asshole like me. But here we are.

“Look at you so fucking gorgeous on your knees for me. Nothing is as beautiful as you are with my dick in your mouth. You please me in ways you can’t imagine.”

The approval unleashes the beast in her. I don’t have to thrust—she comes at me skimming back and forth with her own awkward pace. I let her have at it, slowly edging me to the brink with her relentless efforts.

The furrow of her brow, the intensity of her suction, the moan in her throat overwhelms me more than any proficiency. “You’re perfect Seraphina. So god damn perfect I’m getting ready to come down your throat.”

I clutch the sides of her head and plunge without restraint into that wet, supple mouth that’s so eager to please me. I’m grunting and swearing until I lose my own tempo and my balls draw up to my spine only to explode.

Streams gush so violently they flood around my cock and leak from her mouth. But like the champ she is, she drinks all she can.

I finally collapse onto the chair, and my dick pops from her mouth on the descent. Zealous for more, she follows me down still trying to work on me. I chuckle from her earnestness, and stroke over her wild strands, soothing her because of what she doesn’t understand. “I’m empty, angel. I can’t give you anymore right now.”

“Oh.”

She falls back on her heels and looks up at me for reassurance. Guarded and exposed, she searches for validation that I’m more than happy to give her. “That was incredible.”

“Really?”

I wrap a curly wisp around my finger and tug. “Did I make the sounds you wanted to hear?”

“Yes.”

“Well I made them because of you.”

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