Page 14 of His Christmas Gift

I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. My brain has died at the want that rockets through my body.

It’s only been him. From the time I noticed boys and the strange feelings young boy band rock stars and actors left inside.

Buddy Ross came into my life after I threw a hissy fit from Griff ignoring me. My young twelve-year-old self couldn’t understand I had started maturing and he was afraid to touch me. So, I ate up what Buddy fed me.

We would see each other occasionally at parties, he’d always tell my how pretty I was. My father was thrilled thinking I’d be marrying into politics.

At sixteen, he now had his own car and we started going out. On the third date that was when he decided I needed to pay for the money he spent on me.

My mother tells me I have to get over it. Get over it! What the fuck? I was in two years of therapy, finally stopped. It wasn’t helping anymore.

Now I’m working on getting over it. This is my chance for some kind of a life. This might make me able to have a relationship with a man.

A huff leaves my mouth instead of any of words inside my head. His knuckles graze over my breasts, he holds them in his hands, thumb teases lightly over each nipple. They instantly harden. I close my eyes as sizzling sensations wash over me.

One hand reaches up to cup my chin and he stares into my now open eyes. He lowers his head and grazes my mouth with his. He’s going to tease me insane. A kind of insanity I think I will love being incarcerated to life with him.

His lips mash onto mine, tongue forces its way into my mouth, as if he needs to force himself onto me. Our tongues dance and gyrate, doing their own form of sex. We moan at the same time, our naked bodies slide against each other, his cock against my belly.

He leads me backward and I fall back again against his bed, and he follows, lying next to me. I wrap one leg against his hip, the other is trapped between his body and the bed. I want more. I need more.

I try to rub my pelvis against his, except I’m not getting enough friction to ramp up the level of my excitement. My craving is about to end. Griff turns his body until he’s over me, one knee on each side, the rest of his weight on his forearms. My hips move as if they have a mind of their own and it’s him.

We dry hump each other like teenagers while we kiss, still not being able to get enough of each other, our desire getting the best of us. He tears his mouth away from mine, making his way down my body, over my chin, my throat where he nibbles and leaves little bite marks. The slight pain ramps up my desire even more.

One hand trails down my body to my hip, his fingers bite deep into my skin. His other hand holds my left breast up to his mouth, his teeth nibble at the now hard-pointed nipple. The hand on my stomach moves further south, his eyes watching mine as his hand slides further down until he’s between my legs. The closer he gets to my pussy my breathing picks up, harder and faster. Faster. Until I’m panting as his fingers trace along the lips of my pussy. One of his fingers forces itself inside, I close my eyes again at the pressure. I haven’t had sex since that one time and just his finger inside me makes my pussy weep at the pleasure.

A moan spills out I can’t hold in. It sounds like it comes from another woman. Someone who indulges in lots of sex. Not me. I’ve never heard such a wanton whine out of me before. Another finger is forced inside and I widen my legs for him.

I open my eyes and watch as he wraps his hand around the base of his dick, a feral, tight look on his face as if it’s taking everything he has to hold back. I stare at the monster that is his member, scared and wanting at the same time. I want it in my mouth. I’ve heard my female coworkers talk about how much their husbands and boyfriends love it. I’m afraid he’ll think I’m a slut but that’s why I’m here. Right?

Swiveling my body around until I’m on my hands and knees I gaze up at him and his face gets even more hungry-looking. He pushes his hips forward even as he strangles out as if there’s a noose tied around his neck, “Katrina, are…” He can’t even finish his sentence.

I open my mouth wide, my tongue flat against the bottom and lean down to take him in. My tongue swirls around the bulging veins and he gets even thicker. Griff moves his hips back and slowly, gently forward into my mouth. I only have about the first few inches in. I know he doesn’t want to scare me. I want it harder. My mouth waters and my pussy clenches at the thought of him using me like a toy. I didn’t think I would like that. His head falls back, his throat works as he tries to swallow.

I pull back for a second to give him instructions, “harder.”

His abdominal muscles tremble and clench, and he thrusts harder into my mouth. His cock hits the back of my throat and I gag but persevere. I’m going to be the best fucking cock sucker for him.

I shift my knees, the unevenness of the bed making me unsteady, my fluids leak down my thighs. My hands dig into the back of his thighs, clinging to him, pulling him more to me. I reach up and grab his tight ass tugging him even closer. He grabs the back of my head pulling me harder onto his cock. My eyes water and I gag more. Why is being used like this turning me on?

I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back. This is taking all my willpower. “Pretending to be so sweet and innocent? While underneath you’re a secret slut? Is that it? Tell me.” My voice is harsh and demanding. I command her.

She continues sucking, bobbing her head back and forth, my hips joining her all on its own. I can’t help it. I have to take over. She’s mine. I own her.

I grip her hair into two ponytails, on each side of her head. I hold her still and I take over, my hips pound my dick into the back of her throat. Her hands grab at my wrists, trying to pull away, to get air. “Breathe through your nose.”

She struggles for a few seconds, her fingernails claw at my bare legs and I watch as she takes her first breath through her nose. I didn’t know she has this kink of being dominated, I’m glad she does, betting she doesn’t know she does. I have to dominate the women I’m with, it’s the way I’ve been wired. She’ll be the only one from now on.

Katrina slides her fingertips down my thighs, calm again, and I tug her back and forth on my cock again, throwing my head back at the immense pleasure she’s giving me. Having my dick sucked has never been this fulfilling. For a novice she’s the best cock sucker.

She moans as I hit the back of her throat, this time my head going down further into her throat, the vibration setting me off and I flow down her throat, letting her head go, she pulls back chocking and gagging. She falls back onto her heels and I sit on the bed beside her, my hand rubs her back, “You did so good, babygirl.”

Her smile trembles, starts to slide away but grows bigger at my praise. “More.”

“You want it hard again? You’re not scared?” I’m shocked and pleased at the same time. This woman surprises me more and more. I can’t wait to show her off at my side. She’s the perfect queen for my king.

She shakes her head back and forth. “What’s next?”

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