Page 161 of How My Neighbour Stole Christmas
“Good,” he growls as he loops the leather reins around my wrists, keeping me in place.
When he comes back around, he once again slowly takes me in, and I do the same. I’m drawn to the way his opened shirt gives me a glimpse of his abs, his chest, and his impeccable torso. And the strong set of his legs, the V in his hips…the bulge in his pants. The sprinkling of trimmed hair,the sinew clawing under his skin when he moves, and the dark, devilish stare in his eyes as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a thick green-and-yellow candy cane. When did he snag that from Jimmy?
He drags the thick candy cane against his tongue and then steps up to me and tests it on my lips before I open my mouth and he moves it over my tongue. A subtle but nice pineapple flavor floods my taste buds before he sticks it back in his mouth. As the candy cane hangs out of his mouth, he reaches for my bra and undoes the front clasp, releasing my breasts. His hands immediately find them. I groan as he squeezes, tweaks, massages in just the right way, driving me to a point where the undeniable need for friction erupts through me.
He releases me with one hand, pops the candy cane out of his mouth, and then drags it over the tip of my nipple right before he bends forward and sucks the pointed nub into his mouth. A hiss escapes me as I surrender to his mouth, his tongue…his teeth.
Yes. This. I want all of this.
He nibbles his way around my breast, marking his territory and teasing me while he brings the candy cane back to my mouth. This time, I suck it past my teeth, hard. His eyes glance up at me as he leans to take in my other nipple. But he pauses to watch me suck on the thick candy cane. He bites the corner of his lip as I continue to suck on it, over and over, until he starts moving it in and out past my lips.
“Do you want to suck my cock like this, Storee?” he asks in a deep, commanding voice.
“Yes,” I say.
He removes the candy cane from my mouth, puts it in his, and then undoes his pants and pushes them down to his ankles along with his briefs, letting his length stretch up his stomach as he takes it in his hand and starts slowly, lazily pumping.
“Then suck me off,” he says.
I glance down and then back up at him, wondering how this is goingto work with my hands still bound behind the pole. Knowing I have one option, I squat down so my ass is touching my heels, and he steps forward, bringing him right up to my mouth.
“Swirl the candy cane around your head,” I say.
He pops it out of his mouth and brings it down to his dick, running the sugary substance over his length, around the ridge, and over the tip, coating himself.
“Lick me clean,” he mumbles before placing his hand on the back of my head and encouraging me forward.
I bring my tongue to the base of his cock, flatten it, and then slowly drag it upward as I watch for his reaction. The muscles in his neck strain as he shifts his pelvis forward, clearly wanting more, so I continue the sweet torture, licking in the same spot over and over again until he groans out of frustration. That’s when I form a point with my tongue and make circles along the tip, loving the taste of pineapple as I do so.
I maintain control despite wanting to take him into the back of my throat. I continue to clean him up, lick every surface, not once, not twice, but three times until the veins in his cock are straining and precum rests at the tip. That’s when I open my mouth wide and suck him all the way into the back of my throat, and I swallow.
“Fuck,” he says as his hand slaps against the pole behind me. “Shit, Storee.”
I do it again, bringing him all the way back, but this time I gag in the best way.
“Fuck, yes. Again,” he says as he rubs his thumb over my cheek. “All the way to the back, Storee. Swallow my cock.”
I bring him to the back, swallow twice, and then pop him out of my mouth, only to lick him again…and again…and again.
When he grows frustrated, I kiss down his cock to his balls, where I run my tongue along his seam, causing his cock to twitch. When he doesn’t tell me to stop, I open my mouth and suck him past my lips.
“Fuuuuuck,” he draws out, his head falling forward as he braceshimself against the pole. “Your goddamn mouth, Storee.” I can’t help but smile as I drag out my return to his cock and take him past my lips. Sucking him hard, squeezing him to the point that he’s panting.
“Shit,” he mutters. “You have to stop.”
But I don’t.
That’s exactly what I wanted him to say. I open wide and take him all the way back in my throat again, allowing him to gag me, which causes him to slam his fist against the pole before pulling away from me, releasing himself from my mouth.
He stands there, muscles firing off, staring down at me, his cock fucking beautiful as it stretches out in front of him, ready to burst.
And I want him to.
On my tongue.
On my face.
On my chest.
