Page 162 of How My Neighbour Stole Christmas
I want him marking me, claiming me.
“Come on me,” I say as he slips the candy cane over his lips.
“The only way I want to come is in that sweet pussy of yours,” he says as he brings his hand to my chin and guides me back up the pole until I’m fully standing again.
As he steps in closer, I feel his length press against me and I’m inwardly cursing as I want so desperately to grip him.
But before I can ask him to untie me, he brings the candy cane to his mouth, and then undoes my pants, pushing them and my G-string down to my ankles. Rather than leaving them on, he helps me step out of them, along with my shoes.
He then kicks my feet apart so I’m spread for him, and he fingers between my legs, testing me.
He lets out a feral groan as he finds just how wet I am.
“You want this cock, don’t you?” he asks while he strokes himself with his other hand.
I nod. “I do.”
“You’ll get it, but first…” He brings the candy cane down between us and parts me before dragging it along my clit. Everything—the warmth of his mouth from sucking the sugar to the smooth surface—is a new sensation I wasn’t expecting.
“Oh God,” I say as he passes over my clit a few times before bringing it back up to his mouth and he sucks my taste off the candy cane, keeping eye contact with me the entire time.
“Fucking delicious,” he says before bringing the candy cane back to my clit, rubbing it up and down.
Up and down.
And then back to his mouth, letting his tongue roll over the candy cane before bringing it back to my clit one more time.
It’s erotic.
It has me reeling.
It has me panting, wanting so much more.
“Stop teasing me,” I say.
“Teasing?” he growls as he pops the candy cane in his mouth and then brings his fingers to my clit where he makes small circles, massaging me in just the right spot that my body starts to climb higher in pleasure. “I’m not fucking teasing.” He offers me the candy cane and I suck on the tip. “I’m edging you like you fucking edged me.”
I let go of the candy cane. “That waspleasuring.”
He grins and then brings the candy cane back to my clit, rubs the smooth surface over me a few more times before he sucks on it, a groan falling past his lips.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says right before he gets on his knees in front of me, lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, and parts me for his tongue.
My head falls back against the pole as he goes down on me, his tongue running along my sensitive clit, his lips kissing, sucking, his fingers sliding inside of me. He knows exactly how to work me, how to get me to whereI need to be. And he’s relentless about it, pushing me and pushing me, edging me to the point that I’m about to tip over, but then pulls away and presses small kisses all around where I need him the most.
“Please, Cole,” I beg as he starts to slide his fingers inside of me again. “I need…more.”
He sucks my clit between his lips in response.
“Oh my God,” I shout as my hands tug on the reins. “Oh my God, Cole…oh…oh fuck.”
He sucks harder, sending pleasure shooting through me, collecting like a burning flame in the pit of my stomach, churning and ready to explode.
“Yes…yes,” I say, my body tensing. “Right there. Oh my God, you’re so good.”
I bite my lip, wishing I could force him to stay where he is, to get me off.
And just as the burning pleasure deep within me starts to erupt, he pulls away from my clit, stands, and then positions his rock-hard cock at my entrance. I have no time to protest the absence of his mouth because he fills me, looping my leg around his waist and thrusting into me with such force that I swear I can feel him all the way against my kidney.
