Page 55 of We Three Kings


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With the confirmation, she scrambles from the floor and onto my lap. Her arms coil tight around my neck, and she peppers my face with innocent kisses. I laugh again. “I should be the one thanking you.”

She lays her forehead to mine. “I just wanted to do a good job. I wanted you to be proud of me. I know you’ve been with other women who—”

Despite my exhaustion, I grasp her face to stop the words and hopefully the thoughts. “I’m not comparing you to anyone else, and you’re not going to either.”

The severity doesn’t seem to frighten her. She nods and softens, collapsing against my chest after I release her. She snuggles in, and I hold her until my dick recovers, hardening under her ass.

“Is tonight the night?”

If she has to ask, then it’s not. “No, not yet. You’re not ready but I’m going to get you ready. Stand for me.”

She’s on her feet in an instant. With her jade sweater dress, black tights, and simple mary janes, she’s as innocent as can be. I have to take this slow. “Turn off all the lights except the tree.”

While she hurries to the living room and then the kitchen, I grab the blanket strewn over the back of her couch and spread the fabric across the carpet. Upon her return, I position her in front of me. “Strip for me.”

A shudder rocks her body, and with trembling hands she grabs the thick cotton hem and yanks her dress over her head. Left in an emerald bra and her opaque stockings, she’s still too covered.

I snap the clasp between her small breasts. Despite her warm skin under my palms, she shivers as I drag the straps down her arms, letting the bra fall to the floor.

She doesn’t say a word as I kneel down this time on one knee and grasp her calf, lifting her foot to tug off her shoe. I repeat the process on the other side.

Her breath comes as pants now. Despite her nervousness, I know she’s excited. Tiny pink nipples stand at attention and her musky arousal wafts to my nose as I breach her panties and pull down the remaining barrier to her decadent pussy.

The bright lights of our tree cast a rainbow of colors across her skin. I trail my fingertip from blue to red to orange. Tracing from the rapid pulse in her neck, to the curve of her breast, to the beauty mark on her hip bone, to the neatly trimmed hair above her cunt. “Look how magnificent you are. My Christmas present comes early this year.”

No hardship to stare at her all night like this but I know my girl needs encouragement beyond my words. Delicate hands curl around my shoulders, seeking the connection.

In response, I nudge apart her lower lips, opening them for me slightly to find the treasure hiding inside like a pearl. When I thumb the petals, her grip tightens, and she groans. “This is mine, isn’t it angel? This is all mine not just for Christmas but for always, isn’t it?”

“Yes. It’s yours.”

“Good girl.”

Her hips jerk forward of their own accord, and I respond in kind, working her nub while slipping my other finger in her slit. Already drenched for me, her walls flex and squeeze me until I hit her resistance.

The tip of my cock weeps from the gift of this girl in my life. It’s no secret I don’t deserve her. Also, that I’m keeping her. “This is mine too, isn’t it? This virgin pussy that can’t get enough of me finger fucking it is mine too?”

She nods while she rides my hand. “Say it. Tell me what’s mine.”

I’m not sure if her moan is from desire or frustration. Probably both. Her eyes clench shut, and I stop my efforts on her clit to give her ass a spank.

Shock forces her gaze back to me. Pleasure forces her cunt to cream on my fingers. “I know what you need angel. Now tell me what I want to hear.”

The dominance in my voice elicits a rumbling noise from her graceful throat. Our eyes lock as she licks her lips.

“My pussy is yours Balthazar.”

“Then give it to me.”

I body check her onto the blanket, cupping the back of her head and shifting my weight to the side lest I hurt her fragile form. She opens instantly—her lips, her legs, her heart. I take them all, settling between her thighs and attacking her mouth.

I taste myself on her tongue. Normally, I would be disgusted. But mixed with her sweet flavor, knowing she sucked a cock—mycock—for the first time ever and my come’s down her throat and in her belly, I can’t get enough. I plunge deep, owning her mouth until she’s breathless and clawing at my shirt.

Nose to nose, I smile down at her. “Do you want me naked too?”

“Yes!”

Fierce in her proclamation, she fumbles with my tie, inspiring ideas of how to use the silk restraint later. I loosen the knot and slide one end from underneath my collar. As soon as the black material clears my neck, she attacks the buttons.

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