Page 48 of A Season Of Sin

I flush at his compliment, and those silly feelings go berserk in my middle. I can’t believe he likes how I look there. Honestly, I can’t believe he likes how I look everywhere, but especially there. It’s sooo…

A squeak of surprise springs out of my throat as he laps my hole and hums as if it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. “Ya know, I’ve never decorated Christmas cookies before, and I’ve also never eaten frosting off someone’s ass before.”

I gasp.

Fuck.

Look at her ass.

Just…

Fuck.

Gathering a dollop of frosting from the cookie cock, I spread it around Gracie’s cute little hole. It flutters as I play with it, massaging the cock frosting around her rim to make it nice and pretty before I take a picture of it and send it to Jace.

“What are you doing?” she whimpers when she hears me on my phone.

“Showing Jace.”

“You’re showing him… My…” She trails off, all innocent and cute, like she’s saying it’s too embarrassing.

“Our hole. Yes. I’m showing him how pretty I’ve made it. It’s all dressed up for Christmas.”

“Oh.”

“It looks so pretty covered in frosting.”

“Wolf?”

“Yes, sweet girl?”

“I…” Gracie’s words trail off as if she doesn’t know what to say, or she’s too shy to tell me what she wants, which is fine by me. I’m here to care for her. To worship her.

And I will continue to do so for however long she’ll have me.

If it’s up to Jace and me, it’ll be forever.

Because we have a plan.

We discussed this a few days ago when Gracie was busy in her office, and we left to do some last-minute Christmas shopping.

I can’t share what the plan is yet, but it’s fucking brilliant.

Giving my baby girl just what she needs, I eat her ass, frosting and all, careful not to get any in her pussy. She writhes and cries out in pleasure as I get high on her taste and the feel of having her big cheeks suffocating me, holding me in place, welcoming me, warming me. I struggle to draw breath, and I get a little lightheaded, but I don’t stop opening her up, swirling my tongue around her rim, and readying it for what it wants most.

Once I’ve done just that, I gasp for breath as I stand and shove my pants down just enough to expose my cock. I glide into her relaxed hole, which welcomes me with a tight hug as Gracie’s soft cheeks fit snug against my groin.

“You take Daddy’s cock so well,” I praise, massaging her cheeks, allowing her to completely relax around my girth.

“Yes,” she moans in that same raspy need I’ve come to adore.

Flattening my front against Gracie’s back, I thread my fingers through hers on the island and slowly make love to her ass. We moan together and roll our hips, drawing every ounce of pleasure from each other. When her passage flutters around my cock, I pepper kisses across her shoulders, wishing I’d remembered to take off her shirt so I could see every inch of her skin.

“Oh,” she moans when I bottom out and pause, not ready to come yet.

The creak of the front door opens, and the sound of Jace’s footfalls are firm as he finds us in the kitchen with Christmas music playing in the background, Gracie bent over the island, and me making love to her ass. He smiles, taking in the scene.

If you told me a month ago, I’d come home from a long night at work, on Christmas Eve no less, to find my wife and our boyfriend going at it in the kitchen with a plate of cookies and frosting all over them and the counters, I would’ve called you a liar.