Chapter 12
Twelve
Gah!
I’m living in Christmas man-candy heaven.
There is no other word to describe it.
Half-naked tattooed men helping me with holiday decorating and fucking my brains out. Every. Single. Day. Life could never be sweeter.
Wolf has been home for days, and everything just… fits.
Jace is currently at work and should be home in a few hours, so we can spend Christmas Eve together.
Yes.
It’s already here.
Can you believe it?
This month has passed in a blur.
I can’t recall a better December. Growing up, we didn’t have much. My parents worked nonstop, but we were still poor. There was no extravagant tree or cookie decorating, which is what I am currently teaching Wolf to do.
He’s terrible at it, but nobody cares. They’re just cookies.
Standing next to me at the kitchen island in nothing more than a pair of sweats and a Kiss the Cook apron, Wolf sucks on his bottom lip as he concentrates on his man-shaped sugar cookie.
There is a camera rolling for my followers, as they’ve gotten addicted to Wolf and have fallen in love with him just about as fast as I have.
But shhhhh.
We can’t tell him that.
It’s far too soon.
Cuddling up beside him in my own Christmas-printed apron and cozy reindeer pajamas, I kiss his bare shoulder. “You’re doing awesome,” I praise like I would a toddler doing their best, and he scowls at me.
Grinning up at him, I blow him a kiss.
“Don’t you dare do that,” he scolds half-heartedly.
“Whatever do you mean?” Batting my eyelashes, I tack on the title Daddy in my head because he is a hot daddy.
Saying it should gross me out, but it doesn’t.
My followers, on the other hand, don’t need to know how we speak in the bedroom.
Some things should be left for private consumption.
Then again, you’re here, and now you know…
so is it really all that private? Meh. I don’t know.
I’m just rolling with it, just as I’m rolling with his messy frosting job.
“Is that a dick?” I squeak, staring at the large, brown appendage our sugar cookie now has.
A sly grin curves at the corner of Wolf’s mouth as he adds little white pearls to the well-endowed cookie.
“Wow. He must get all the ladies,” I tease.
Smirking, Wolf waggles his dark brows. “And the men.”
“Oh. Really? With a cock that big, any of his partners will need a lot of prep.”
“Not if he’s a bottom,” he quips, and I laugh.
“Oh. So, Mr. Big Cock is a bottom, hmm… Interesting.” I tap my chin, staring at Wolf in challenge, and squeeze my legs together, already turned on by his presence.
I swear my normal medium-level libido has climbed up to the tippy top of Mount Everest, and now that I’m here, I don’t know if I’m ever gonna climb down.
Not that you hear me complaining.
I mean, you wouldn’t complain, right?
That would be silly.
And stupid.
And a whole slew of other less kind words.
So we’ll stick with those …
Okay… I might be staring at Wolf and stalling. If I don’t use whatever willpower I have left, I will hurl myself at him, and we’ll end up in a mess of limbs, and these cookies will never be ready for Santa’s visit tonight.
He grazes the head of his cookie’s cock with a fingertip, and I slide another centimeter closer to throwing caution to the wind and jumping his bones.
Wolf’s. Not the cookies.
Which is insane.
We’ve basically fucked on every surface of this house already.
Okay.
Maybe not every, but close enough.
“Do you like his cock, sweet girl?” the naughty man purrs.
I swat his tattooed arm.
“What?” He chuckles, acting all innocent when we know he’s anything but.
“You’re naughty,” I accuse, slapping his arm again. I try hard not to smile but fail miserably.
“It’s Christmas Eve,” he reasons, as if that explains everything.
“What does that have to do with it?”
“Santa’s supposed to come tonight. But everyone knows all the naughty kids get a visit from Krampus. I don’t want to ruin my chance to see him.”
“Are you sure you want Krampus to visit?” I tease.
“If I had to choose between him and Santa, I’m pickin’ Krampus every time.”
“Wolf.” I huff, rolling my eyes, far too charmed by this sexy man. Of course, he’d want to meet Krampus, the naughtiest of naughty.
“What?” He shrugs.
“I…”
Picking up the endowed cookie, Wolf holds it to my lips. “Bite.”
When I open my mouth to tell him to eat the X-rated cookie, the wicked man slides part of the sugary man inside. The pearl-tipped part.
I gasp in mock outrage, and Wolf grins. “Eat his cock, sweet girl.”
Swallowing thickly, I lower my lids and press my hands to the middle of my belly, where the butterflies have decided to retake flight. Then I eat the sugary goodness, and Wolf groans as I chew.
Vanilla bursts across my taste buds.
“What do you think?” he growls, laying the rest of the cookie on the tray next to the others we spent all afternoon baking and frosting.
“Mmmm. Delicious.” I make a slow show of licking my lips, trying to be sexy when I know I’m anything but.
His pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare. “Oh. Yeah? Did you like his cock?” He dusts a crumb from the corner of my lip with his thumb and sucks the morsel into his mouth on a groan.
“Yes,” I whisper, wringing my hands in front of me to avoid touching him.
Wolf grips his hardness over the apron. “Do you like this one?”
“I… I love it.”
“Mmmm. That’s what I like to hear, sweet girl. You want Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”
I nod dumbly. Yes. Yes. I like that one. I love it.
Wolf steps forward, crowding my space, filling it with his spicy scent and warmth. Shoving my apron out of the way, he pushes his hand down the front of my pajama pants, and I widen my stance so he can do whatever he pleases.
Reaching my pussy, he hisses his approval when he finds me dripping with arousal. “You’re already wet for me.”
I nod again. “Y-yes,” I whisper.
“Good. Now I have something I wanna decorate.” Removing his hand from my bottoms, Wolf forces me to bend over the island.
My breasts smash against the stone and pebble as the chill seeps through the fabric of my top.
Behind me, Wolf pushes my bottoms down and leaves them cuffed around my ankles.
He steals the plate of freshly frosted cookies and sets them on the floor.
When I peek over my shoulder to see what he’s doing, he slaps my ass. “No. No. No. Naughty girl.”
There’s a grunt as he kneels behind me, coming face-to-face with my behind. He parts my cheeks, and a ghost of his warm breath wafts across my pucker. “I love your pretty hole, sweet girl. It looks so pretty and pink, with a little freckle.”
I flush at his compliment, and those silly feelings go berserk in my middle. I can’t believe he likes how I look there. Honestly, I can’t believe he likes how I look everywhere, but especially there. It’s sooo…
A squeak of surprise springs out of my throat as he laps my hole and hums as if it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. “Ya know, I’ve never decorated Christmas cookies before, and I’ve also never eaten frosting off someone’s ass before.”
I gasp.
Fuck.
Look at her ass.
Just…
Fuck.
Gathering a dollop of frosting from the cookie cock, I spread it around Gracie’s cute little hole. It flutters as I play with it, massaging the cock frosting around her rim to make it nice and pretty before I take a picture of it and send it to Jace.
“What are you doing?” she whimpers when she hears me on my phone.
“Showing Jace.”
“You’re showing him… My…” She trails off, all innocent and cute, like she’s saying it’s too embarrassing.
“Our hole. Yes. I’m showing him how pretty I’ve made it. It’s all dressed up for Christmas.”
“Oh.”
“It looks so pretty covered in frosting.”
“Wolf?”
“Yes, sweet girl?”
“I…” Gracie’s words trail off as if she doesn’t know what to say, or she’s too shy to tell me what she wants, which is fine by me. I’m here to care for her. To worship her.
And I will continue to do so for however long she’ll have me.
If it’s up to Jace and me, it’ll be forever.
Because we have a plan.
We discussed this a few days ago when Gracie was busy in her office, and we left to do some last-minute Christmas shopping.
I can’t share what the plan is yet, but it’s fucking brilliant.
Giving my baby girl just what she needs, I eat her ass, frosting and all, careful not to get any in her pussy.
She writhes and cries out in pleasure as I get high on her taste and the feel of having her big cheeks suffocating me, holding me in place, welcoming me, warming me.
I struggle to draw breath, and I get a little lightheaded, but I don’t stop opening her up, swirling my tongue around her rim, and readying it for what it wants most.
Once I’ve done just that, I gasp for breath as I stand and shove my pants down just enough to expose my cock. I glide into her relaxed hole, which welcomes me with a tight hug as Gracie’s soft cheeks fit snug against my groin.
“You take Daddy’s cock so well,” I praise, massaging her cheeks, allowing her to completely relax around my girth.
“Yes,” she moans in that same raspy need I’ve come to adore.
Flattening my front against Gracie’s back, I thread my fingers through hers on the island and slowly make love to her ass.
We moan together and roll our hips, drawing every ounce of pleasure from each other.
When her passage flutters around my cock, I pepper kisses across her shoulders, wishing I’d remembered to take off her shirt so I could see every inch of her skin.
“Oh,” she moans when I bottom out and pause, not ready to come yet.
The creak of the front door opens, and the sound of Jace’s footfalls are firm as he finds us in the kitchen with Christmas music playing in the background, Gracie bent over the island, and me making love to her ass. He smiles, taking in the scene.