Christmas Candy(86)

“Niles.” It was all I could say, all I could think.

He reached down to his pants and unzipped before pulling out his cock. He hissed and gave it a smooth stroke before turning his eyes to my skirt. I thrilled at what he’d do when he saw I broke the rules.

He ran his hand up my thigh slowly, pushing the skirt higher and higher until his eyes fastened on the lace between my legs. His nostrils flared and he dug his fingers into my thigh.

“You’ve been bad, Anna.” He put his palm over my pussy and rubbed me, the heel of his hand working my clit beneath the fabric.

I moved my hips up to him. “Yes.”

He smiled, cruel and beautiful. “I hope you didn’t like these, love.”

He clutched my panties and ripped them off in one easy move. Then he put the head of his cock to my pussy and smoothed it down my clit to my entrance.

I wanted all of it, every last bit. I’d craved it, dreamed about it, woke up drenched with sweat and masturbating to it.

“Say it, Anna. Say it and I’ll give you everything you need. But I need to hear it.” It was a demand, but also a request. He would take what he wanted, but only if I gave him me – all of me.

His blue eyes pierced me, saw into the deepest parts of my heart, my mind. He didn’t realize he already had what he was asking for. I’d been his for a year, and would be for many, many more.

It was easy to say, because it was true.

I took a breath and gave him what he wanted. “I’m yours.”

I was utterly lost to him. Given over to him freely, like the most heartfelt Christmas gift.

“I love you, Anna.” He claimed my lips and took me, sliding in hard and sure.

The bells on the Christmas tree began to ring, and kept up a lovely jingle until late in the night.