“Beckhammmm,” she moans as I continue moving the candy cane down her stomach, drawing patterns on her skin.
I pause at her navel, dipping the tip in before continuing my journey south. Her breathing quickens as I reach the trimmed hair between her legs. I look up, needing to see her face as I press the curved end against her slick folds.
Her mouth falls open, pupils blown wide with a mixture of shock and arousal. “Oh, my god.”
“You want this?” I ask, already knowing the answer from how wet she is, her arousal mixing with the sticky candy.
“Yes,” she breathes, spreading her legs wider for me.
I circle her entrance with the tip, coating it in her juices before sliding it up. The peppermint must be creating a tingling sensation because she jerks and cries out.
“Fuck! It tingles—but don't stop.”
I apply gentle pressure to her clit, rubbing in slow circles. “You're going to come on this candy cane, and then you're going to come on my cock.”
Her hips buck wildly as I increase the pressure. I slide the candy down to her entrance again, easing just the tip inside her. The contrast of the red and white stripes disappearing into her slit is the filthiest fucking Christmas sight I've ever seen.
The peppermint stick disappears as I slide it in another inch, twisting it slowly as her back arches off the rug.
“You take it so fucking good,” I growl, lowering my mouth back to her clit. “Look at you, stuffed full of Christmas.”
She's making these little whimpering sounds that driveme fucking insane, her bound wrists straining against the Christmas lights. The colored bulbs cast shadows across her sweat-slicked skin as I start fucking her with the candy cane in earnest.
“Beck—god—it's so,” She can't even form a complete sentence as I curl my tongue against her, matching the rhythm of the candy cane thrusting in and out of her.
Her thighs start to shake, and I know she's close. I push the candy cane in deeper, angling it upwards. My tongue flattens against her clit, applying firm pressure as I suck it between my lips.
“Come for me,” I command against her flesh. “Come all over this fucking candy cane.”
That does it. She shatters, her entire body convulsing as she comes hard, her pussy clenching and unclenching around the candy. I keep working her through it, relentless with my mouth and the makeshift toy until she's sobbing my name, begging me to stop.
I slowly ease the candy cane out of her, watching her entrance pulse as it's withdrawn. The stick is coated with her juices, glistening under the lights. Without breaking eye contact, I bring it to my mouth and wrap my lips around it, sucking her taste off the peppermint.
“Jesus Christ,” she whispers, watching me with wide eyes as I lick every inch of the candy clean.
I pull it from my mouth with a pop. “Fuck, Christmas is my favorite holiday now.”
She laughs breathlessly, her chest still heaving. “You're insane.”
“For you? Completely.” I toss the candy cane aside and crawl up her body, positioning myself between her spreadthighs. My cock slides against her oversensitive flesh, making her gasp. “Now I'm going to fuck you.”
“Yes,” she hisses, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Please.”
I reach up and untangle the Christmas lights from her wrists, massaging the slight marks they've left behind. “You good?”
She nods, flexing her fingers as circulation returns. “Perfect.”
The moment her hands are free, she reaches for me, pulling me down into a hungry kiss. I can tell she tastes herself on my tongue, mixed with peppermint, and it only makes her kiss me harder.
I line myself up with her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick heat. “Look at me,” I demand, my voice rough with need.
Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide, lips parted. I push forward slowly, watching her face as I sink into her inch by inch. The tight, wet heat of her pussy grips me like a vise, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming on the spot.
“Fuck,” I groan when I'm fully seated inside her. “So fucking tight.”
She whimpers, adjusting to my size, her inner walls pulsing around me. I start to move, pulling back until just the tip remains before sliding back in with agonizing slowness.
“More,” she gasps, trying to speed things up by digging her heels into my ass.
