The Virgin's Guardian

“Fuck,” I grimaced. “I can’t believe I came in my pants. If I can’t control it now, how the fuck will I have enough stamina the first time my cock is gloved in your tight little pussy. It’s not like I have anything to compare it to.”

Holly’s eyes flew to mine and a smile began to grow. “You don’t? You’re a—I mean, you waited for me?”

I rolled my eyes and pulled my hand from her panties. “Of course I did, Holly Berry. I wouldn’t let another woman touch what was yours.” Lifting my fingers to my mouth, I hesitated and looked back down at her sternly. “I won’t love you any less, but I really fucking hope your cherry is still mine.” She nodded, and I sighed happily before licking my fingers clean. “Mmmmm, you taste amazing. I need to have my mouth on you.” I dipped my fingers inside her again before bringing them back to my mouth and sucking her arousal off of them.

But, before I put my face or cock in her pussy, there was something I wanted. I got up onto my knees, and straddled her, then whipped her shirt over her head before she knew what was happening. “So fucking sexy,” I said raggedly. Her generous tits were round and mouthwatering, topped with dark pink nipples. I’d seen her tits before, but those belonged to a teenager, these belonged to a woman.

Her arms moved to cover her chest and I caught them swiftly, holding them apart. “Don’t hide from me, Holly Berry,” I purred. “I don’t see a single inch of you that isn’t perfection.” Her arms went limp, and I let them fall to her sides. Her cheeks were a sweet shade of pink, but she didn’t try to cover up again.

I reached down to retrieve the last two gifts from the bag and then sat back on my heels. I set one on her chest, in the valley between her tits, and grinned. “Makes me want to wrap you up like a present, just so I can open it.”

“Something to look forward to later?’” she asked cheekily.

“Fuck, yes!” I tweaked her nipple and she laughed, smacking my hand away. She started to grab the box on her chest, but I took her hand. “Not yet, this one first.”

I took the small box and scooted back, helping her sit up because this gift was a little bigger and weighed more. She took the package and set it in her lap before opening it. Inside was a porcelain plate that said Santa’s Cookies, a milk jug that said Santa’s Milk, and a small bowl that said Reindeer Treats.

Holly’s dark eyes sparkled as she smiled at me. “It’s so charming.”

I kissed the tip of her nose and told her, “I know the cookies and milk are a big tradition for you and I want to continue it with our own children.”

“Our children?”

I gestured to the plate. “I guess that depends on your answer.”

Confused, Holly frowned and looked back down at the plate. Her eyebrows lifted and she gasped, her hand covering her mouth. The center of the plate was a chalk board for kids to write a message to Santa. It currently said Will You Marry Me?

I put the remaining box on the plate. She glanced up at me with tears in her eyes and then ripped open the gift. Inside was a platinum band, adorned with a two carat, round diamond, and on either side it was flanked by a cluster of three tiny round rubies and an emerald shaped like a leaf. It was cheesy, but I didn’t care. When I thought about my ring on her finger, it was all I could see.

“Jacob,” she sniffled, “I love it.” Her eyes lifted to mine and they were filled with happiness, soothing the worry that had popped up with her tears.

“So?” I asked eagerly.

She jumped to her feet and set the dishes aside, then climbed back on the couch and straddled me. Her arms encircled my neck and she squeezed me to her. “Yes!” she yelled. “I’m going to marry Jacob Marley!”

I laughed and hugged her close, then set her back so I could slip the ring onto her finger. “This,” I whispered, tenderly kissing my ring on her finger. “This is what I was waiting for.”

Holding her firmly, I stood and walked with her to the back of the house. She directed me to her old room, which she had thankfully updated with a queen size bed instead of her old twin.

I laid her down on the mattress, and then drew her panties down her legs so she was completely naked. “I wanted to wait to make love to you until you were wearing my ring.” I shed my clothes and leaned over to cage her between my arms. “Now you’re going to be mine in every way, Holly. I’m going to pop your sweet little cherry and make you come so hard you see stars.” I began to kiss my way down her body and mumbled, “First, I need to make sure you’re ready for me.”

I placed a kiss over her pubic bone, and then stood and walked around to the end of the bed. Grabbing her ankles, I dragged her to me until her ass was almost hanging off, then knelt between them and put a leg on each of my shoulders.

“Damn, you smell good,” I groaned, practically burying my nose in her smoothly waxed pussy. “So pink and wet. Do you want my tongue inside you, baby? Will you give me more cream to lick and taste?” Talking dirty had always made Holly squirm, and it was definitely turning her on. Just from talking, she was gushing out sweet liquid and I enthusiastically lapped it up. It fueled my lust too, and I was dripping with my need. I reached down to squeeze the base of my dick, trying to relieve some of the building pressure.

I put my hands under her ass and lifted her pussy to my face, putting it at the right angle so I could take the whole thing in my mouth and suck. Then I swirled my tongue around before plunging it inside her.

“Ah! Ah! Jacob! Yes!” she cried out, her hips starting to buck rhythmically, chasing her orgasm. I fed on her sex, eating her like a starving man until she screamed my name and her body convulsed.

I gentled my ministrations until she calmed, but didn’t give her time to rest before pushing a single digit inside her. “Fuck! You’re so tight,” I growled. Shit. I was going to need to work her, make sure she stretched to fit my considerable girth. I latched onto her clit again and started plunging my finger in and out.

“No, Jacob,” she whined. “I can’t—oh! Oh my gosh!”

“You have to, baby. To make sure you can take my cock.” I inserted a second finger and glided a hand up her body to play with one of her nipples. Her cries escalated and I added a third. She was still gripping my fingers like a fucking vice, but I was pretty sure that if she came again, she’d be ready for me.

I pushed her higher and she began to chant, “Yes! Ah! Ah! Jacob!” It was hot as fuck and my dick was big and hard, the skin stretched tight and the head purple and leaking thick, creamy liquid. I needed to get in her soon.

I curled my fingers to rub the sensitive spot inside her and bit on her clit. She flew apart and as she was lost to her orgasm, I shifted her back to the center of the bed and came down over the top of her. I guided the head of my cock to her entrance and pushed in just a little. Her walls clamped down, and I took several deep breaths in an effort to keep from blowing my load that very second.

Holly’s arms gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into the skin, and her legs closed around my hips. “You’re so big, stretching me.”

I paused. “Am I hurting you?”

She shook her head frantically. “It feels good, like I’m full. I love the idea of being full of you.”

“That is so fucking hot, Holly. You’re going to make me come before I’m ready,” I growled. I pushed in until I felt the barrier between me and heaven. “I love that you never let anyone near this pussy but me. Are you ready for me to take your sweet cherry, baby?”

“Yes!” Her hips pressed up, snapping my restraint, and I plunged in fast and hard. She cried out and I stilled, every part of me rejecting the idea that I hurt her. Except maybe my cock, he didn’t really give a fuck.

“Are you okay?”

She panted for a few moments, then shifted experimentally before nodding. “Yeah, the pain is almost gone. I think—I want you to move.”

“Whatever you want, baby. That’s what you’ll get.”