I pushed the pants down along with my boxer briefs. Candy never took her eyes off me for a second. I watched an array of emotions flash as she took me in. “Wow,” she gasped. Her hands moved between us and stroked my hairy, muscular chest. A deep animal-like growl vibrated, and her eyes turned hooded.
“You’re hot to the touch. And hard. Your muscles—“ My pecs moved up and down at the compliment, making her giggle. “I like touching you, Onyx.”
“You can touch me anytime you want.” It was the realest, most genuine offer I’d ever made to another human, “Sorry, I’m a little sweaty from that jacket.”
“I like you sweaty,” she whispered, her eyes glittering up at me, making my dick jerk forward like it was lurching to get closer to her pussy. “You’re bigger than I thought,” she blurted and then kept rambling. “I mean, I knew you were big. I felt it against me when we were making out but… wow.”
“He’s going to fit,” I promised. Her eyes widened but never moved from the dark ruddy leaking cock between us. The fucker was hungry for her little snatch.
“You sound really sure of that,” she said, then immediately pressed her lips together as her eyes jumped up to mine. “I mean...”
“You had it right the first time, snowflake. I’m going to fit, and I sound sure of it because you were made for me.” I stroked her face. “Just like I was made for you.”
“Onyx—“
“We can stop, though,” I offered. It would fucking suck, but there was no way I would ever want to do anything she wasn’t one hundred percent sure of. I dropped one of my hands to my side. “We can stop. Put our clothes on and have some hot chocolate and treats and then?—“
“I don’t want that.” Her hands pulled me in closer, and I scrambled to make sure I wouldn’t crush her.
“Candy,” I groaned. The feeling of being skin to skin with her, naked and nothing in between us, felt like heaven. So much more than I could have ever expected when I came up with this date idea today.
“It’s just… I just… I’ve never been with someone… your size.” I pressed my forehead against hers and rolled over, her squeals ringing in the air. “What are you doing?” She laughed as she looked down at me.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby.” I leaned up to kiss her. I sat up, bringing her over me to straddle me, and her eyes widened as the tip of my cock brushed against her entrance. “Jesus, you’re fucking wet. Soaking,” I mumbled, and she blushed.
“Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. That just means your sweet body knows I’m going to take care of you, baby.”
“You are?”
“Always. Not just in bed but out of it.”
“We’re not exactly in bed,” she started to sass, and fuck me, I loved that about her. The way she argued and called me on shit. The way she was simply and completely herself around me. I nuzzled my nose against hers, and she gifted me a happy sigh.
“This first time and any other time you want, you’re going to ride me. You get to control just how much, how fast you want.” My cock twitched between us, and she bit down on her lip. “You okay?” She swallowed.
“Yeah.” She nodded, and I winked.
“Good girl.” I swallowed.” Look at you, sitting on Santa’s lap like a good girl.” This made her laugh. The sound faded when I spoke again. “Lift up for me, baby.” I lightly patted her ass, loving the heat of her silky skin against my palm.
One day, I’d spank that pretty ass and get her on all fours, but that would happen later.
Right now, my girl was going to bounce on my lap until she came and milked my dick. She did as I ordered, rising on her hunches, lining herself up against me, and with our eyes locked, she started to take me.
Little by little, inch by slow inch, until she took me like I knew she would.
Her fingers dug into the shoulders, and the kiss of pain helped me from nutting too quickly and embarrassing the hell out of myself. I kissed her. Softly. Sweetly. All while one of my hands left her hip and rose to cup her breast. I stroked and tugged at her pretty, pink nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Ride me, Candy,” I instructed. My voice was rough like gravel. “Ride me and show me what naughty things my good girl can do.”
“Fuck,” she cursed in a broken whimper. My free hand smacked her ass lightly, but I knew she liked it when she squeezed my cock with her wet walls even tighter.
“Bad girl,” I taunted quietly as I slowed my thrusts, making her desire build higher and higher between us. “Cursing on my lap like that.” I panted. She felt good. Too good.
Before I knew it, she found her pace and rhythm. Suddenly, her confidence had grown, and she pushed me to lie down. I pulled a pillow under my head as I watched the show she put on for me as her hips ground and swayed. Jesus, she was beautiful. Her perfect tits bounced this way and that way as she got the two of us closer and closer to the edge.
Too close.
