Christmas Candy(43)

I nuzzled into her hair, wanting her to feel how much she meant to me, how much I loved her. She had saved me. The moment I’d seen her deep blue eyes I knew I had to turn my life around, to strive to be good enough to earn her trust.

I smiled remembering the first time we’d been together, when I’d taken her virginity. She’d been so shy, but I knew my wildcat was in there somewhere. I pulled her to my chest and she sighed, the sound of an angel.

I smoothed my palms up and down her back as she breathed deeply. I couldn’t wait to make her my wife. Not to mention the fireworks I had planned for our honeymoon. I dropped one more kiss into her fragrant hair and drifted off to sleep.



Giggles erupted in the living room. I woke to the morning sun streaming through the windows of the penthouse I shared with Jess. She was gone, the bed cold next to me. I hated waking up without her.

“Now, girls, calm down. We have to be at the spa in fifteen minutes.” My mother’s voice rang out, authoritative but also tinged with the sort of joy I hadn’t heard from her in a while.

“Jess, you ready?” One of her friends asked.

“Yeah, let me kiss Michael goodbye.”

More laughter rang out as Jess re-entered our bedroom. She radiated happiness, all the problems of the previous day erased from her beautiful face. My cock hardened as I watched how she moved. She wore a demure white dress with some medium white heels. Something about the propriety of the dress made me want to rip it off her. I wouldn’t, but I’d get at least a taste.

“Close the door,” I said.

She shook her head and grabbed her bag from the dresser. “Michael, your mom is in the living room. I have to go.”

“I don’t give a fuck if the Pope is in the living room. Close the door, wildcat.” I eased my hand under the sheet and fisted my cock, pumping it slowly as I watched her. I tossed the sheet off with my other hand and her eyes widened as she saw what I was doing. She dropped her bag and closed the door.

“Come here.” I moved to the edge of the bed.

She walked over, her hips swaying in her heels. “Michael, the girls—”

“On your knees.”

She stood in front of me, her hands on her hips but her eyes glued to my cock. She licked her lips. “I can’t do this. Not with your mom here.”

I gripped her wrists and yanked her down. She yelped as her knees hit the floor.

“Everything okay?” Jess’ Aunt Carrie called.

“Fine.” Jess and I said in unison.

She lowered her voice and looked up at me, her big blue eyes luminous. “You’re a very bad man, Mr. Williams.” Running her hands up my thighs, she licked the head of my cock.

My hips thrusted up at the contact. Her mouth, all of her, was electric. She took me to the back of her throat in one smooth movement.

“Fucking hell, wildcat. And I’m the bad one?”

She dug her nails into my thighs and criss-crossed her tongue along the bottom of my shaft. Then she got to work, bobbing on my cock with slippery sounds. Her tongue was velvet on me and I stifled a groan as my cock stiffened even more from her attentions.

I put a hand in her hair, but she knocked it away.

She slid me out of her mouth. “I have to look presentable when I open that door.”

I growled and pulled her up, putting her on my lap so she straddled me.

She placed her hands on my chest, her fingernails digging into her own name inked over my heart.

“Be my good little slut and let me fuck that tight pussy.”

“Michael,” she gasped.

I claimed her mouth, her breath sweet with orange juice, and ran my hands up her skirt. She was wearing some sort of lacy panties. I gripped the sides and tugged, ripping them off her and slinging them to the floor, before palming her pussy. She moaned as I stroked down her wet flesh, my fingers teasing her clit.

My cock twitched, desperate to feel every inch of her slick wetness. I sank two fingers inside her tight pussy before withdrawing them and putting them in her mouth. She licked my fingers clean as I used my other hand to position my tip at her entrance. One thrust and I was deep inside her, bliss coating my cock as I lay back.

“Ride me, wildcat. Get off on my cock. I want to see you.” I laced my hands behind my head as she began working up and down on my shaft. She was invested in her own pleasure now. I could tell from the way her lids were at half mast.

“Bad man,” she panted and spread her legs wider, getting every bit of friction.

“Lift your skirt. Show me that pretty pussy. I want to see you touch yourself.”

She threw her head back, exhaling to the ceiling and giving herself over to me, to us. She pulled up her skirt with one hand and teased at her clit with the other. I groaned as she rose and fell while I pumped into her, my cock demanding more and more of her.