A shiver ripples through me as my taste buds flare to life.He tastes and smells distinctly like a man, not freshly showered, but not dirty either.His words fuel something deep in my soul, something I never even knew existed, and I swirl my tongue around his head, flicking the tip of my tongue into his slit before wrapping my lips around his substantial girth.More than anything, I want to please him and feel his delicious words of praise pour over me like sweet, oozy honey.
Max groans, his hand still tangled up in my hair.“God, yes.Good girl.”
Smiling around his soft, hard flesh, I move my head ever so slightly, catching sight of the strangest thing ...the base of his cock and the underneath of his firm sac are lit up like a damn Christmas tree.What the fuck?Rainbow lights shine up at them and with a mouth full of cock I glance down to discover he’s used the fucking fairy lights from the Christmas tree to bind my wrists!It’s adorable, pretty, and sexy as sin.I’m a sad little sucker for festive, holiday pretties and being tangled up in sparkling lights?Who knew I needed to check that off my bucket list?But now I certainly can!
With renewed vigor and enthusiasm, I take him deeper, past the limits of my mouth and to the back of my throat.He hits my gag reflex without remorse and my throat spasms around his cock, my muscles embracing him in sporadic, jerking waves of intense pleasure.As I maintain the tight seal of my lips around his girth, I bob my head forward, fucking him with my mouth.All the while I revel in Max’s firm grip on my hair and the tingling bolts of lightning that race across my scalp as he scrunches his fingers with unbridled desire.
Half a dozen times Max pushes my limits, fucking himself all the way down my throat, until my lips are firmly pressed against his base and his sac rests against my chin.He holds me there, each time, on the precipice of gagging and choking.“Yes,” he almost hisses, dragging out thesas if lost to his ecstasy.“Just like that, baby girl.”
And each time he allows me to come up for air it’s like a precious mercy—a gift—and I go harder and harder, until he withdraws his cock and slaps me in the face with it again.With spittle dribbling from the corners of my mouth, I gasp, catching my breath, my gaze fixed firmly on Max’s ruggedly sexy, bearded face.He’s so roguishly handsome.A part of me still can’t believe this gorgeous man is even willing to touch me, the girl who was always ridiculed for being the big girl, the chubby friend, the fat one.
“You did good, princess, but if you keep going like this, I’m going to come—and I’m not ready for the party to be over just yet.”He steps from the bed, winks, and offers me a smile that would make me weak at the knees if I wasn’t already on all fours.“Stay there,” he says.“You deserve a little something for your efforts.”
My brow creases as I hear Max’s footsteps retreat to the kitchen and I wonder what the hell he’s thinking.Deserve something?Is he going to punish me?
“Here you go, princess,” he says, popping the sparkling wine on the bedside table, before digging out a scoop of ice cream from my pint.“Open up, baby.”
Licking my lips and beyond delighted, I obey.
“Good girl,” he says as I use my lips to pull the ice cream cleanly from the spoon.
I moan.I don’t know how, but it tastes that much better when I’m tangled up, snowed in, and being spoon-fed by a gorgeous naked stranger.
“And how about a little sparkle to wash that sweet treat down?”he suggests and presses the open wine bottle to my lips.“That’s it.”He pulls my hair, forcing me to crane my neck back and open my mouth wide, then pours the wine in.
I swallow as best I can, but some inevitably spills from my lips.The cold, bubbly alcohol runs down my neck and trickles over my breasts to wet the clean sheets beneath me, mimicking the dribbling puddle of wetness between my thighs.
Chapter Four
Max
“Have we forgotten our manners, princess?”I ask as I put the ice cream back on the side table, pausing a moment to take several liberal chugs from the bottle.The sparkling wine is far too sweet for my liking, but it’s the buzz I’m after, so I wipe my mouth with the back of my arm and wince against the onslaught of fizzing bubbles.
“Thank you,” my beauty breathes, shivering in the aftermath of the spilled wine.
Her nipples are rosy and deliciously peaked, catching my attention, but it’s her glorious plump ass and wet pussy that draws me like a moth to a flame.Getting up on my knees behind her, I waste no time in pressing the gleaming head of my cock to her asshole.
