Kissing Kringle - A Forever Safe Christmas

“Come on, baby girl,” he says holding out his hand for me. I quickly strip and once I am standing in front of him naked, his eyes fill with lust and he licks his bottom lip. “Fuck, you are so fucking beautiful, it almost hurts to look at you. You’re so perfect.” I blush and bite my bottom lip. “Come here,” he says in a gruff voice while he stands in the shower waiting for me. I walk over to him and step inside the shower. He pulls me close and sighs. I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in his chest. He is so tall that I only come up to his pecs. He has a sexy amount of chest hair that I love. His hard cock is pushed up against my stomach, but he seems totally content just holding me in the shower; like if we just stand here under the steaming hot water, it will wash away the crap of the day. I sign and kiss his chest.

“Thank you for everything you did for me tonight.” His arms tighten around me and he kisses the top of my head.

“Always, baby girl.”

“What do you mean by always?” There is a part of me, a part that I don’t dare show to anyone. It’s the part that really hopes he means that I’ll be his for always because I am so fucking tired of doing this on my own.

I could really use a fucking life raft right about now and if that life raft so happens to come in a 6’4″ body with killer green eyes, who makes me feel, well anything, then I’m going to hold on to him with everything I have.

Chapter 7

Nicolas

Holding her after seeing her and his sister’s living conditions is just as much for me as it is her. There are some things I can’t abide by and physically harming your child is one of them. I have no doubts as to where Deanna got the fucking black eye and it pisses me off. But when Kristina starts placing little open-mouthed kisses on my chest, thoughts of anything but her leave my mind. Before I can think to stop her, she’s on her knees taking my cock into her mouth.

“You don’t have to do that, baby girl,” I groan. She pulls her mouth off of my cock and looks up at me. This is the first time this has ever happened to me and it feels amazing. While I don’t want her to stop, she should know that I don’t expect this.

“I don’t have to do anything, Nicky. I want to. I want to taste you like you tasted me. Can’t I have I taste?” she asks her bottom lip pouting out. Hook, line, and sinker I am in love with this girl. I am so wrapped around her little finger, I’d give her anything she wanted, without hesitation.

“Do it,” I demand, and she smiles seductively before she wraps her lips around my hard length again. She sucks my dick so good, I’m about to fill her mouth with my seed but fuck that. I want to breed her womb. She’s moaning as she takes me further and further into her throat. My gaze travels further down her body than her expressive eyes. Her tiny hand is frantically moving in circles on her clit before she dips her fingers into her cunt. Just the sight of this girl on her knees, mouth full of my cock, fingering her pretty pink pussy has me going off without warning. She swallows every drop like the motherfucking badass ass she is. I pull my still hard cock from her mouth and help her to stand on her feet. Leaning down, I kiss her softly at first, but then she moans, and I snap, devouring her offered mouth. For the rest of my life, I’ll never be more turned on by anything other than that sexy ass moan of hers.

“You are amazing at that,” I tell her.

“I don’t think so. That was the first time I’ve done that. I’m sure I have a lot to learn. Others were surely better.”

Oh, baby girl. There’s never been another. You’re my first in all ways.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, Nick. I’m here. You’ve got me.”

“I’ll never lie to you, baby girl. That’s a fucking promise. For thirty-five years it’s been me and my right hand. I was waiting for the woman who made me feel something. That’s you, Kristina Bell,” I declare kissing her again.

“I’m a virgin too,” she whispers after we pull apart again.

“I know,” I murmur against her delicate, softly scented neck.

“H-How do you know that?” she asks, her breath hitching when I hit a particularly sensitive spot below her earlobe.

“I felt your sweet cherry when my fingers were inside this pussy,” I say dragging my fingers through her wetness. Her answering mewl is enough to spur me on. Kissing her again, I lift her into my arms. Her tits are pressed to my chest and her legs are wrapped around my waist. I step out of the stream of water and press her back against the wall. She sucks in a sharp breath. “Did I hurt you, baby girl?”