“Hey!” I interrupt. “You didn’t ask me what I want for Christmas this year…”
That perfect tongue darts out between his lips, teasing me some more. “What—what do you want this year?” His voice is rough, and his long fingers press into the arms of my chair. He’s on the very edge of his control when I arrive at the fly of his pants.
“I want…” I say as I undo the button. “To be stuffed…” I yank down his brand-new boxers and Seth’s breath hitches. “Full of monster cock.”
I lean forward, eyes locked on Seth’s mask, and open my mouth.
Sethwhimpers.
I’ve never felt more powerful or sexy as I do right now, watching him, barely restrained. But with our history as it is, I’m not going to go any further before he tells me he wants this.
“Do you want to give it to me, Seth?” I use his name, because I want him to be sure, to know that it’shimI want. Maybe we’re playing a game and it allowed me to ask for what I want, but I’m asking because it’s what I want more than anything.
I wait, the cool air brushing against my slick pussy nowthat it’s exposed. My skirt has ridden up from kneeling, and I bet Seth’s getting a view of a sliver of my skin.
“Fuck, Princess, you know I do.” He hisses, flexing on the chair, his glowing red gaze searing me through.
I close the gap between me and his thick, weeping cock. The bumps along his shaft seem to quiver with anticipation as I lower myself and lick the bead of precum from his rounded, spear-shaped head.
I’m expecting it to taste like the normal cum that I’ve had from a human guy in the past, but Seth’s is light and refreshing. Except for the viscosity, I could have just taken a sip of a holiday punch. Tart, like cranberries, and lightly spiced with a sharp zing of ginger that makes me melt.
Seth growls low in his throat, watching me like he’s about to pounce. I want to drive him past the point of restraint, so I refuse to look away.
With a hum of pleasure, I wrap my lips around his dick, swirling my tongue and drinking down the taste of him. The bumps bounce over my tongue as I take him in, stretching my jaw to accommodate his girth. If I had any room, I’d be smiling, and I have to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head. Each raised bit reminds me of how they felt inside me, but they also massage my mouth as if in a kiss.
There’s no way I’ll be able to take him to his knot, at least not without some proper training, so I wrap my hand around as much of it as I can. Sucking lightly, I press my tongue into him, imagining I’m milking that delicious cum out of him.
“Adaaaaa—” he groans, his hips bucking up an inch or so from the chair before he catches himself.
“Hmmm?” I’m not coming up for air anytime soon. Between my legs, my pussy is screaming for attention.
“That—fuck, you feel so good,” he gasps out, each word a struggle.
I thinkI love giving blowjobs.
They were always fine before, but now? Licking his delectable length like a lollipop and feeling at once like I’m worshipping him, the closest thing to a god I’ll ever believe in, and torturing him as he writhes in the chair… I know I’ll want to do this as often as possible.
Heat pulses between my legs with every sound he makes, monstrous and pathetic in turns. I grab his hand, bringing it to my head, and he begins carding his fingers through my hair. He’s got a firm grip on me now, seeming to understand what I want because he applies pressure to let me know how he wants it.
When I can’t stand it any longer, I sneak my hand between my thighs to brush against my clit. I’m soaked, absolutely dripping for him, and I know it won’t be long before I come. Each stroke reminds me howrealthis is, and I time them with each descent onto his cock.
Seth throws back his head, and the Santa hat goes flying. “Ada—fuck, Ada, I’m going to?—”
I suck him harder, pumping his knot and milking him with my tongue so he knows that I want him to come.
He thrusts, once, twice, and on the third time, his knot presses up against my lips and he hits the back of my throat. I gag, but don’t move. I want this, I wanthimto have this. A second later, he’s pulsing spiced cranberry cum down my throat. I open my eyes wide because his bumps have startedvibratingagainst my tongue. Nowonderhe felt so fucking good inside me, before.
Seth growls, thrusting into me a few more times before collapsing back onto the chair, panting.
I speed my finger on my clit, and I can hear how it slicks in and out of my wetness in the silence. I clench and pull back, shocked at how Seth’s still fully erect.
Perfect, I’ll get to admire his perfection as I come. I climb and climb, my body tightening as I close in on my orgasm.I’m nearly there?—
Seth reaches down and grabs my hand, pulling it from between my legs to inspect.
“Oh, youarea naughty little monster slut, aren’t you?”
My fingers glisten in the dim light of the tree, and I whimper as he shoves my fingers into his mouth, his tongue sliding between them as if seeking every drop. My poor, bereft pussy pulses with each caress, aching and empty. Heknowshe’s teasing me, because he’s got a Cheshire Cat smile around where he’s sucking me.
