XL Candy Cane: A Filthy Dirty Christmas

My cock has sunk so deep inside her she's hollowed out. She moans as I ride her, thrusting in and out until there's nothing left but an orgasm to ride out between us.

We hold on tight. We kiss. It's heaven on earth. Forget Christmas wishes, forget Jack Frost, forget Santa Claus, this is a goddamn miracle.

It's happening here in my bed. It's us.

8

Lucia

When we finish for the third time, my body is raw in a way I didn't realize was possible.

"It's okay," he says. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"I just hate that my body has limitations," I tell him, rolling over in his bed. I run my hand over his chest. "God, I wish I were like you," I say. "I think you're a workhorse."

He grins. "I take that as a compliment?"

I smile. "Yes, it's definitely a compliment. You're like all muscle, all male, so strong, capable. Even your thighs are thick like an ox’s."

He chuckles. "Again, I'm hoping that's a compliment?"

"Yes," I say. "I love it." I run my hands over his legs, cupping his balls. "In fact, I think it's super hot because you can lift me up and hold me against the door or the bed, or I'm sure we could find more positions too."

He laughs. "I'm sure we could, Lucia. We've only been at this about 90 minutes."

I smile. "You think we'll be able to try it again later?"

He runs his hand down my body and cups my pussy tenderly. "I know we will. But baby, you're going to hurt yourself if we do too much more. You need to let your sweet kitty cat rest." He moves his body underneath the sheets and plants kisses between my thighs, licking me ever so gently, breathing warm air over my delicate folds that, to be honest, are aching for a bit of a rest. When he comes back up for air, I run my fingers through his thick head of hair.

"You made me feel so beautiful tonight," I tell him, "like I've never felt before."

"Good," he says. "It's just the first of many hours that I hope to spend with you."

"Maybe we should clean up," I say, "so we can go back down to the party."

He groans. "The party?"

I laugh. "Yeah, I think you have like 200 guests downstairs. Do you think they might find it a little bit strange if you disappear on them?"

"Maybe. I guess you're right. But if we have to clean up, can we at least do so together?" he asks.

"Yes, but I cannot get my hair or my face wet. Otherwise, I'll look a total mess."

"I think I can help. I have a nozzle on the shower."

"Perfect," I say. "You'll hose me down?"

He chuckles. "Sure, I'll hose you down as often as you like, baby." He smacks my ass as we crawl out of the bed, and we clean ourselves up in his gorgeous en suite bathroom. I'm careful to redress, making sure I don't look like I'm a bedraggled mess who's just been fucked up, down and sideways, though I wonder if I look like a new woman. I ask him if I do.

"Do I look like I'm no longer a virgin?" I turn in a circle, once again in my white dress and heels.

He takes my hand in his, laces our fingers together. "You look like an angel," he tells me.

"Pure as snow?" I ask.

He twirls me around, a pirouette. "Pure as snow," he says. "Divine." He draws me to him, and he kisses me softly, chastely on the lips. "This was the best gift I've ever been given."

I smile. "Well, then I'm glad I gave it to you. So what happens after the party?" I ask him.

His eyebrows lift. "You're coming back upstairs to my bed," he tells me, "unless you had other ideas, because I was pretty fucking clear in the bathroom yesterday at the steakhouse."

I smile. "I know. I was just checking. Just making sure."

"Lucia," he tells me, "I'm a man of my word."

I nod. "Good," I say. "I'm a woman of mine." With the details hammered out, he unlocks his bedroom door, and we begin to step out into the hallway. But the moment we enter, my eyes widen because standing in front of us are my father and Samantha.

"Oh my God," I say. My father's eyebrows furrow, taking the two of us in. We're still holding hands. I pull my hand away quickly, but it's too late. It's obvious. We've been away from the party for quite a while in a dark bedroom, alone. Our fingers are laced. We are obviously just parting ways after being intimate. The scene has clearly been set.

My father has rage in his eyes. "What am I seeing?" he asks.

Cane steps forward. "Lex," he tells him, "I can explain."