Her First Noel

I’m already braless and panty-less. I shoved both in my purse when we were rushing to get out of my dad’s house. So, once the first four buttons are open, my boobs are out and my nipples turn to hard peaks.

I try to look up as I take the head of his cock between my lips, and I see the intensity with which he’s watching.

He reaches down and grabs the base of his cock as he barks orders. “Look at me. Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”

I do as he asks and he slaps his cock on my open mouth, smacking it over and over on my tongue until my eyes begin to water.

“Know this, Holly. You will worship this cock. That is your responsibility from now on. You will take care of it. You understand?”

I nod as he slaps it against my cheek, then the other, then all over my face and back to my tongue as drool starts to drip from my bottom lip and I feel the drops slick on my exposed chest.

For being such an innocent, all of a sudden, I want it all. Hard. Fast. I want to give him whatever he needs. I want more of whatever this is.

His other hand comes down and gathers my hair into his fist, holding my head tight and under his utter control.

“Good girl. I want you to know who you belong to. My scent will be on you from now on. Now, get ready, my cock is going down that throat.”

He brings the head to my tongue and glides it forward as my lips stretch around the girth. His hand is in my hair, pulling at the roots, but the pain is something extraordinary. It focuses me on him and the task at hand, making me ready and willing even as the first inches of his monster cock trigger my gag reflex and he pulls back, letting me have a moment.

He tilts my head back. “Look at me, Holly.” His voice is smooth and deep, reassuring. “I’m going to take care of you, remember? That means in every way. Trust me, breathe and relax.”

I do as he says, relaxing and letting him take over. The head hits the back of my throat this time, but I don’t panic, trusting that he knows what’s best. It hurts, like there’s a wall there and I can’t let it pass, but when I hear his voice again, guiding me, I simply wait and follow.

“Swallow baby. Again, swallow.”

I do as he asks and I feel him slip past that hard part of my throat, and his noises tell me how good it must feel for him.

“Jesus, Holly. Your mouth is heaven.” He starts to rock back and forth, slowly, and I have to say there’s a sense of pride that I’m able to take what he’s giving, gagging here and there but not wanting him to stop.

I never thought much about having a dick in my mouth, but now that Cole’s is here?

God, I’m so turned on I’m close to cumming without even touching myself.

His hand in my hair holds me steady, as his other drops to the base of my jaw and he applies gentle pressure, growling as his thrusts come faster.

“You’re going to get my cum, baby. That’s an honor, you know. Swallow it all, I want it all inside you.”

I reach up and grab the backs of his legs, feeling the rock-solid muscle, needing to hold on as he takes control of my face.

It hurts, my vision is blurry with tears, spit drags down my chin, but I feel amazing. Beautiful even. As he slows his motion, a roar like an animal echoes around the ceiling and the first spurt of hot cum hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck. Yes. You look so good with my cock in your mouth.” He grits out, and my own orgasm reverberates through me, sending shivers and tremors through my body.

His cock is lodged against the back of my throat and I struggle to breathe, knowing that Cole will decide if my next breath is allowed or not.

I don’t struggle as we both cum together, like fire and ice, and I hold him deep in my throat even as stars begin to dance in my eyes and my lungs burn for sustenance.

It feels like forever and the blink of an eye, then Cole slowly draws himself from my dripping lips and I swallow the last remnants of his offering, reveling at the intense, wonderful flavor as it spreads over my tongue, blazing itself into my memory.

He lowers himself down to kneel in front of me, taking my mouth in his in a long, deep kiss, his hands drifting from my hair down my shoulders where they hold me like I might disappear.