Kissmas Wishes (Love In All Seasons 3)

My mouth presses hard against her pretty pussy, sucking her off the way she needs, my cock throbs in my pants and I know there will be a time for her to touch me too. But now I'm giving my Sugarplum the treat she's been waiting so damn long for.

I lick her up and down and her back arches, her whimpers growing deeper, louder, less controlled and I can't help but smile. I sop up everything her juicy cunt offers. I spread her pussy lips and dip in a finger, then another. She's so damn tight. I know it's going to be a hard-ass job to sink my cock in there. I don't want to hurt her. It's the last goddamn thing I want to do.

So, I take it slow. I'll move nice and easy. I lick her, letting every flick of my tongue bring her closer to the edge. My thumb is on her clit and I tease her until she's laughing, and until she's reaching out her hands and threading her fingers through my hair and she's saying my name. Louder. Louder. Smith. Smith. Yes.

She's close. Ready. God. It feels so good to get her off, this sweet virgin of mine. But this is real. She’s in my bed, in my cabin, in my arms. I bury my mouth so tightly against her pussy that she can't help but gasp.

“Oh, Smith,” she cries. The longing between us so desperate, so damn deep. My fingers move inside her faster, until she is clinging to me. She moans as an orgasm rushes through her, her wet release dripping against my mouth, my hand. My heart is hers.

She finishes against me, and I tug off my jeans, my cock desperate to be free. I pull her up to sit and lift the hem of her shirt. “I need you bare naked, baby. I need to see all of my Sugarplum.”

She unclasps her bra and tosses it aside. Her hands placed over her curves. “It’s okay,” I say, pushing her hands to the mattress, wanting to see every inch of her, all of her skin, all of her lush curves, so damn ripe for the plucking.

“Your tits are so fucking hot,” I tell her, pushing them together, massaging those round globes of glory. Her nipples are hard, and I press my mouth to them. Greedy and needy, wanting to suck her pretty tits.

She begins to run her hands over my chest, and down to my cock, stroking me. My balls are nice and hot. There’s heat between us everywhere. God, it sounds so good to hear her moaning my name as I massage her breasts together.

They’re so fucking big. I can't hold them in my hands ? and I have some big fucking hands. I love it. She's so lush and so damn good to me. My cock aches to be pressed between her tits. I want to come on them. Come everywhere. I want to leave my mark on her. I want to make her full of my seed. Give her my baby, breed her, make her mine. God.

Fuck, the primal thoughts running through my mind would make her blush, but I don't care. I want to fuck her ass. I want to fuck her pussy. I want to fuck her mouth. I want to make her dirty and then I want to set her in my shower and wash every inch of her skin. Make her sparkling clean.

God, if she knew what I plan on doing to her. I shake my head, my grin fucking obvious.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks as she strokes me gently.

“Oh baby, I don't think you could handle all the things I'm thinking.”

“Start with something simple then,” she says.

“You sure you want that?” I ask her.

She nods. “Yes. I want you to tell me what happens next.”

I lay her back on the bed, her hair falling over her shoulders, my cock thick in her hand. I kiss her neck, her lips, her ear. I whisper, “I wanna fuck you baby. I want to fuck you with my cock so hard that you're ruined for all other men. I want my seed so deep inside you that you're marked as mine forever. That's what I want, and that's what I was thinking. Does that scare you, Sugarplum?”

Sugar shakes her head. “No, Smith,” she manages. “I’m not scared. I'm ready.”SugarWhen he comes inside me, my world stops being grey… suddenly it’s a thousand bursts of light.

It hurts, but God, it feels so good. I’m on my back, and Smith is above me, filling me up slowly, sweetly, taking his time. My imperfections fade away, and I allow myself to see my body through his eyes. He seems to love every inch of me.

And God, how I love every inch of him. He is ripped, chiseled, and comfortable in his skin in a way I’ve always envied. And now, as his thick cock moves deeper inside of me, I feel a new wave of confidence ripple through me.