Without hesitation, I guide her head, and she doesn’t resist—in fact, she leans in, eager, her lips parting as she accepts me in. As soon as she wraps around the tip, I can’t stop the sharp inhale I take from the sensation. Far too many times have I thought about her giving me head or me skull fucking her, and here she is, willingly just doing it.
Her lips slide downward, taking me with a soft moan, enjoying every inch as I hit the back of her throat before coming back up. She doesn’t rush, no, just tasting me and my toes curl in my boots, the sight and feel of her driving me to the fucking verge of no return.
“That’s it. Suck it like you love the taste of your big brother's dick down your throat.” I grit, taking a deep breath.
Both my hands find her hair, clutching tightly as I fight to keep control, the pleasure threatening to take over. Her tongueflicks over the tip as she releases, her hand guiding the candy cane to the side of my shaft.
Then she lowers her mouth again, sucking me and the candy in together, her eyes flicking upward to meet mine. Those crystal blue eyes—dark with intent—watch me come apart. She knows exactly what she’s fucking doing. She’s playing me at my own game.
The overwhelming sensation is too much, and I find myself regretting my words. The way her mouth repeatedly swallows my cock like it’s meant to be there, leaves me panting.
“Don’t do that,” I hiss through teeth clenched, back tracking, as a sharp shudder ripples through me.
She pulls back just enough to grin, her lips grazing the tip. “Do what?”
My jaw tightens, my grip on her hair firm as I spit out the words.
“Suck my dick like you know how to. Like you were fucking made for it. I’m gonna shoot my load up your face in 0.2 seconds and give a whole new meaning to snow blow.”
She maintains her smile as she licks her tongue over my piercing, her breath hot against it. “You like it, don’t you? When you feel the back of your sister’s throat?”
With that, she sucks me back into her mouth, this time harder, rougher, and quicker, pushing me to my limits. The peppermint burns against my cock as she takes me further, her head bobbing wildly. My hold on her hair tightens, ripping strands from her scalp and my breathing turns heavy as I fight the need to take over completely.
When her sighs vibrate against me, I can’t hold back any longer. I move, getting on my knees in front of her, but her mouth doesn’t leave me for a second, fucking eager and needy, she follows. She pulls the candy cane out just as I grab the back of her head with both hands, forcing myself deeper.
She gags instantly, her throat squeezing around me as the bells on her neck jingle with every thrust. I snarl low, slamming into her harder and faster, my control completely snapped. Her eyes water, but she takes it. Her nails dig into my thighs, clinging to me as if she needs this as much as I do.
Her lips are tight around the thick girth, and the wet, filthy sounds she makes drives me fucking insane. I gaze down at her, watching how her plump lips move over every vein and curve, leaving a sloppy wetness in her wake. My head falls back briefly, my eyes rolling, the sight of her wrecked face burned into my mind.
Her mouth grows wetter, saliva spilling and dripping onto the fur beneath us, struggling to take my violent plunges, but I don’t give a shit. With my hands holding her in place on the back of her head, I smash into her cruelly, making her take every inch to the base until finally, I cum.
My cock jerks violently, and I bury myself in her throat, forcing her to swallow every last drop. Her tonsils tighten around my piercing as I ride the waves of release, my entire body tingling from head to toe.
When I pull out, she gasps desperately for air, and I grab her face, tilting her head back so our eyes lock. Tears stream down her flushed cheeks, her lips swollen and slick with my cum, and the sight of her shocked and ruined makes my cock twitch all over again.
“You fucking asked for that,” I growl, watching her smile despite the tears streaking her face.
She pushes herself up onto her knees, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me into a heated kiss. Her lips are soft and sticky, and when she backs away just enough to murmur, her words are pure sin.
“You tasted exactly like I thought you would, Rook. Fucking satanic.”
I lift a brow, amusement flickering in my eyes. I’ve never seen this side of Ebony before—the one who takes control. After two long years, there’s something different about her. She’s still my Ebony, but now she’s growing into a woman with a backbone. It kills me to think that strength evaporates the moment her dad comes into the picture.
She releases me and leans down, carefully picking up my plague mask from the floor. When she hands it to me, I take it without a word, staring down at it.
A symbol of who I’ve been outside this hell.The Plague.Ruthless. Unforgiving. Deadly. A side of me she's never seen. A side that has been created throughout all this. It’s what they’ve called me for two years now—though she clearly doesn’t know that.
“I want you to chase me in it again,” she says softly, her voice laced with something daring and my eyes snap to hers.
“I liked it when you chased me… and took what you wanted. It made me feel alive.”
The darkness stirring in her blue gaze, pulls me in. Watching. Waiting. Challenging me.
I slip the mask on, the familiar burden settling over me. Her lips curl into a sly smile before she backs away, holding eye contact as she steps out of the van. The snow swirls around her nearly naked figure, the delicate lingerie clinging to her body. Then, like a ghost on Christmas night, she’s gone.
I take a deep inhale, grabbing my cane, the lights wrapped around it still flickering wildly. Then, I pursue her, hopping out the van and listening for the bells around her throat. I hear them in the distance to my right and I start to walk that way, the heavy snowfall making it hard to see
I trudge through, my boots squishing as they sink into the softened ground, each step bringing me closer. The forest looms ahead, dark and quiet, except for the faint jingle of her bells. They taunt me like Santa’s sleigh, urging me forward, and I smirk beneath my mask.
