My balls draw up, and even though I don’t want to come so fast, I have no control over it. Soon, my dick explodes, and cum erupts all over my stomach, her legs, and the countertop. As soon as the wetness hits her skin and she realizes that little stunt made me come without her even touching me, her back is off the countertop, and she’s screaming out while her hips buck against her hand.
With our eyes locked, we both ride out our orgasms, and the second we’re done, I quickly wipe my mess up and yank her upward and make it so that she’s straddling my waist before I walk us toward the bedroom.
But not before I grab her Santa hat because, if I’m being honest, she looks damn fucking sexy in it, and I need to fuck her while she has it on. After all, it’s all I’ve thought about since we were at the store.
After Ridge sets me on his bed and finishes undressing, he grabs the red hat and pulls it onto my head. His cock stands tall in front of me, and I suck in a breath of desperation as I fight the urge not to lean forward and taste it.
“You look too hot with this on, Fireball.” He runs his finger over the fabric. “But I need to know, have you been a good girl or a bad girl this year?”
Although I’m a Christmas hater, I suddenly don’t hate the sexy holiday festivities right now, and I shift around, ready to find out what exactly this man is going to do to me.
“That depends, Outlaw. What do I get if I say I’ve been a really good girl?” I coo, biting my lip.
His cock visibly jumps, and I fight a whimper before it gets the chance to slip from my lips.
“If you’ve been a good girl, I’ll let you have my dick any way you want it.” He runs his thumb over my lips.
“And if I’ve been bad?” croaks from my throat. “Then what will I get?”
He smirks, his blue eyes a few shades darker now as he stares down at me. “If you’ve been a naughty girl, that means I get to take you any way I want. As many times as I want.” His hand trails down to my neck, and he applies a little pressure. “So, tell me, beautiful, have you been good … or bad?”
“Bad,” I say through gritted teeth, slamming my legs together to relieve some pressure. “Really.Really.Bad.”
His thumb works back to my chin, and he swallows hard. “Well then, I guess I’d better punish you, huh?”
Staring up at him, I nod slowly. “Yes.”
“Lie on your back, Stella,” he commands. “Because your body is mine right now. And the first thing I’m going to do is fuck those beautiful, big tits.”
I’m relaxing back before he even finishes his sentence, making sure to keep my hat on because, for whatever reason, it makes this even hotter than it already is.
Crawling over me, he positions his face to my chest, dragging his tongue between my breasts before moving to each one and running his tongue around my nipple. When he sucks it into his mouth, a moan rushes from my lips, and he smirks before his lips move between them once more.
He spits down on my flesh, soaking my skin.
“Now your tits are ready for me to slide back and forth.”
He moves his legs upward, climbing further up my body so that his cock pokes against my chest. When he sinks lower, his length rests against my skin, and his eyes cut to mine.
“Push your tits together, baby. Make them squeeze around my fat cock.”
Bringing my hands to the sides of my breasts, I push them together until they are hugging his dick.
“Fuck, my cock is one lucky motherfucker right now,” he grits out. “All wrapped up in those perfect tits.” He brings his hand to his mouth and bites down on his knuckle. “You’re so fucking pretty this way. Ready and desperate to take my cock anyplace I want to put it.”
Dropping his hand down, he brings it to my face. “Open wide.”
When my mouth opens, he pushes his thumb between my lips while the rest of his hand stretches as he grips the side of my face.
Without any instruction, I begin to suck on his finger as his hips thrust back and forth while he fucks my chest.
“I could blow my load straight to your neck, baby.” He drags in a sharp inhale, thrusting faster and making my tits bounce between my hands. “But I’m not sure you deserve the gift of a pearl necklace just yet, naughty girl.”
Removing his hand from my face, he reaches behind him and slides his fingers against my heat. “Fuck, you are soaked, aren’t you, Fireball?” he croaks, running the pad of his thumb against my clit. “You’ve been naughty though. I don’t know if you’ve earned my fingers, either.”
I whimper, lifting my hips in anguish and pushing my heat against his fingers. They are so close, and yet I need them to slide inside of me.
“I don’t think so, baby girl,” he taunts me, slowing his movements but keeping his swollen cock between my breasts. “Bad girls don’t get to be finger-fucked. You need to earn them.”
