XL Candy Cane: A Filthy Dirty Christmas - Page 12

I'm coming hard, and he rolls me around so I'm on all fours, and he's still fingering me. And then it's something more, something deeper. "What is that?" I beg as he begins to fist me. "Oh my God," I begin to moan, cry out. Tears sting my eyes as I feel more than two fingers, more than three, it's four. I feel like I'm ripped in half, but then, "Oh God," I start to cry in a deep guttural way as he fists me completely, hollowing me out until there's nothing left but an orgasm that rides through me, ripping me in two until I am nothing but his.

"Fuck!" I scream, "Husband. Yes, yes, yes!" I beg, "Don't stop!"

I'm gone. He knows it because he pulls his hand away from my cunt that's dripping and wet and ruined, and he rolls me on my back. My breasts sway. I'm coated in my own cum. My eyes are glazed over. His hand is covered in my juice. He licks his fingers one by one. His cock is pulsing. His need is obvious. My body is hornier than ever.

"Fuck," he says. "You said you were ready for a candy cane. Get over here, princess, and start sucking."

7

Cane

When Lucia gets down on her knees before me, I say a little prayer. She asks if she's doing something wrong, if that's why I closed my eyes, and I shake my head. "No, sweet one," I tell her. "I'm thanking God for you."

"For me?" her pouty little lips ask.

"Yes," I say. I lift her chin, run my hand over her cheek, cupping it. Her eyes are filled with a devotion that slays me, that makes me want to be sure I'm a better man, the best man, her man.

A protector, a devoted lover, everything she needs. "I'm thanking God for you, not because you're on your knees before me preparing yourself for this." She smiles, licking her lips, stroking my cock with an admiration that I wonder how the hell I deserve. "I'm thanking God for you, for coming into my life like you have. For trusting me with yourself, with your body, with your whole fucking heart. Lucia..." I shake my head, overwhelmed, overcome.

"What?" she says.

"When I told you I wanted something from you every morning, every night, it wasn't just sex. Do you understand that?"

She swallows, looking up at me. I sit down on my bed. I want to see her more clearly. Now, it's not exactly eye level, but she's right between my knees, and I take her hands. "Listen to me, girl. You've known me for a long time, and we've seen each other on our good days and bad. Not as lovers, but in a different way, in a way that matters to me. I just want you to know that when I said I want you every morning, every night, yeah, I want to fuck you crazy, senseless, raw. I want to make you come like I just did, until you’re dripping, until you’re wet in ways you've never been before."

Heat rises to her cheeks. "It felt so good when you did that. It just made me want more," she says so innocently. So pure. My cock is raging hard, pulsing in her hand. She senses it. She licks her lips again. "Please," she says, "let me taste you."

"Soon," I tell her. "Soon, baby." She swallows, nods. "I want you to know," I tell her, "that I want more than just sex from you. I want a fucking life with you. When I said call me husband, I wasn't playing games."

"Stop," she says. "You don't have to do this. You don't have to make promises to me. That's not what this is about. I want you, even if you’re never going to want me again after tonight. I wanted to give you my virginity this Christmas because I was done trying to get the nerve to ask for what I really wanted. I wanted you to see me like this, naked and bare. I wanted to see if you might see me as–"

"I do," I tell her. "I see you. Believe me, I see you. But Lucia, I see you as more than that. When I said call me husband, it was because I want you to call me fucking husband."

"You want me to fuck you, husband?"

I grin. "You know it."

She smiles. "I'm not asking for this," she says. "You don't have to get married again. I mean, that'd be crazy. You marrying me and–"

"Hey," I tell her, "I don't want to see worry in your eyes. Not right now."

She nods. "Okay," she says. "What do you want?"

"Right now?" I tell her, "I just want you to be happy."

"Well, I am happy," she says. "At least I was happy at the thought of making you come in my mouth."

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