My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

I stroked her with my hand again, letting her know I meant no harm and just wanted her to feel good. She hummed as she smiled, her entire body starting to relax.

I continued rubbing her clit, eventually getting a finger into her tight little pussy hole and working her to another beautiful orgasm. Just to make sure she was relaxed and really for what was to come.

With all the tenderness I could muster, I mounted my sweet young virgin (I just had a feeling my sweet, young, curvy thing had never been penetrated by another man, or at least I wanted that to be true in my fantasy), putting her legs up over my shoulders as I moved in. The head of my cock was soon pressed up against her wet little pussy for her very first time.

I caught her gasp, even though she tried to hide it, a natural response to a seemingly new experience. Giving her time to settle back down again, I grazed her tenderness with the softly throbbing head of my cock, as I had done with my fingers, making her moan with expectant pleasure.

I shifted her ass, ever so slightly, just to get closer to me. Then I slipped my cock in as far as the head, making her moan, her hips lifting slightly off the bed to meet me before returning to their original position.

Stroking her belly with one hand and guiding my large cock with the other, I pushed myself into her tight pussy as far as I dared. Her little hole reluctantly made way for me, slowly stretching out and adjusting to the feeling of being filled up so completely.

Skye moaned and grabbed for me. I caught her hands, lacing my fingers through hers. Hiding her hands up over her head, I squeezed gently as I pushed up and through her cherry, bringing a soft yelp to her lips, which was muffled by my tender kisses.

Giving her a moment to recover, I started to move in her, my cock finding new freedom as I pumped her freshly deflowered pussy, making the pleasure grow inside her until she was all but howling my name as I fucked her for the very first time.

I could feel myself get ready to cum and I knew she wasn’t far behind, by the way her pussy was holding my cock as I moved inside her. I could feel its walls gripping my cock tight.

She started to moan in a slightly different way, and I knew she was about to cum. I slowed down and then stopped, stoking her belly as she began to shudder, holding me tight.

“Did you cum?” I heard her ask, in my fantasy.

“No,” I admitted, having been so into her pleasure that I wanted to hold back on my own.

“Will you?”

“Inside you?” I asked.

“Sure. Or we could do my mouth,” she offered with an adorable smile.

“Open up, baby.”

She opened her mouth like she had when first requesting my cock, with her tongue out and everything. Keeping a hand on her pussy to maintain contact, I brought my cock around to her mouth.

I rubbed her clit with one of my hands and played with her nipples between the fingers of my other one. I brought her to orgasm again and her little moans and whimpers were so hot that I finally let go, unloading three medium-sized volleys of thick, warm cum down her throat.

My sweet Skye swallowed down each one like a champ, opening her mouth for more after each release. I gladly obliged until I had none left to give, dipping the head of my cock back to her waiting mouth, letting her suck me until I gave her another four full loads.

In real life, I came, too, feeling the sweet release but already craving more. The fantasy was nice but I needed the real thing. I had to have Skye, no matter what.Chapter Seven - SkyeIt was no use. I tried to focus on the manuscript, which I’d taken home with me to try and finish by the end of the week. It was actually starting to get good, the beheadings and pillaging really ramping up.

Nevertheless, my mind kept wandering. It was crazy. I’d only encountered Simon twice and spoken to him once at the office, but fuck if he wasn’t hot. The kind of man who could, and honestly did, make me wet with merely a look.

I didn’t think it was just me, either. His appeal went beyond the physical. Not that the physical wasn’t really damn nice.

Though what was making my cunt quiver and heart go pitter-pat, was something in his eyes and the way he looked at me. A softness despite experience, giving the impression he had really been through some shit but hadn’t let it change him for the worse. That was a feat that took a lot of strength in and itself.