Chapter 10 #2
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, his voice strained. “Take my cock, little one. Take all of me.”
I whimper and pant as my hips finally meet his, his cock seated so deep I can feel him in my belly. I’m impaled, utterly and completely. Golden bands of light swirl around us, magic humming in the air, and for a moment, we stay like that, holding perfectly still with his cock buried deep inside me.
“You’re so big, Daddy,” I say breathlessly, my pussy throbbing around him, spread helplessly wide. He strokes a hand up and down my back, his cock flexing inside me and making me whine.
“You’re doing so well, little one. You took Daddy’s big cock all the way inside your tight little pussy. You’re dripping all over me like a good girl.”
Nick’s hands flex on my hips, his cock throbbing inside me, and I can feel his pulse in my pussy, in my milk-heavy tits, in the magic crackling between us.
“Such a good girl,” he growls, his voice rough with need. “Now ride me, my queen.”
He grips my hips hard as he lifts me up, then slams me back down onto his cock.
The stretch is obscene, his thickness dragging against every sensitive inch of my pussy.
I cry out, my tits bouncing, milk dripping freely as he sets a brutal pace.
His earlier gentleness is gone, but I’m not complaining.
“That’s it, ride Daddy’s cock,” he growls, his voice rough with possessive hunger. “Fuck, look at you. Milk dripping, cunt squeezing me so tight. You love this, don’t you? Love being stuffed full of my big cock.”
I can’t even answer. I’m a mess, only capable of whimpering and whining as he slams me down roughly again, his cock filling me so perfectly.
It’s too much but just right at the same time.
My pussy clenches, gushing around him, the wet sounds of our fucking filling the room.
The fire roars in the hearth, gold and white sparks swirling in the air like snowflakes caught in a blizzard.
My skin shimmers as though dusted with starlight, my nipples glowing faintly as more milk beads at the tips.
“So fucking perfect,” he groans, bending his head to my chest. His tongue flicks over my nipple before he seals his mouth around it, sucking hard.
The pull is electric, pleasure shooting straight to my clit as he drinks.
My back arches, my fingers tangling in his hair as I ride him, my hips rolling in desperate circles.
“Oh god, Daddy,” I gasp, my voice shaking.
“That’s right, baby,” he rumbles against my skin, switching to my other breast. His hands slide up, cupping my tits in a punishing grip, pushing them together as he feasts.
Every suck sends another rush of milk spilling from me, dripping down over both of us.
“You’re my good little milkmaid. My delicious queen. Made for this. Made for me.”
He thrusts up into me, filling me so deep I can feel him in my, chest, in my throat. My pussy is a mess, sopping wet, squelching around him with every thrust. The bells outside ring again, the sound vibrating through me, magic pulsing in my veins.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growls, pulling back to watch as he fucks me. “Milk leaking, cunt dripping, all for me. You’re mine, Holly. Every fucking inch of you.”
I moan his name, my thighs trembling, my pussy clenching around him. I’m so close to coming, so unbelievably full. I’m going to melt from the pleasure, from the way he’s worshipping me, using me, claiming me.
His lips seal around my nipple again, and he drinks down my milk in long, deep pulls that make my pussy flutter around his thrusting cock. The fire burns hotter, the gold snowflakes swirling faster, and the air smells like Christmas and sex.
“Nick!” I scream, my cunt locking around his cock like a vise as I come, hard.
My back bows so hard it almost hurts, milk running freely from my throbbing nipples.
His cock swells inside me, pulsing, and then he’s coming, too, with a guttural groan, his cum flooding me in scorching waves.
I feel the obscene stretch as he pushes deep and fills me to overflowing, his seed dripping out around his still-thrusting cock.
“Fuck, Holly, that’s it. Take all of Daddy’s cum,” he gasps, his hips jerking up, his cock pulsing as he comes and comes.
The physical part of the bond snaps into place between us, a crack of magic like ice breaking underfoot.
Gold and silver light explodes through the room, almost blinding in its intensity for a moment.
My skin burns where his hands grip my hips, my pussy clenching relentlessly around his cock as we both come and come.
His cum leaks out of me, dripping down my thighs, pooling where we’re joined.
I collapse against his chest, both of us panting, our skin slick with sweat and milk and cum.
His cock is still hard inside me, twitching as the last of his release spills out.
His fingers trail down over my breasts and belly until they’re between my spread legs, gathering the mess we’ve made.
He scoops up some of his cum mixed with my milk, and then brings his glistening fingers to my lips.
“Open,” he says, his voice quiet but commanding.
I obey, and he slips his fingers between my lips. The taste is both filthy and delicious, a mix of salt and sugar, musk and warmth, and I moan around his fingers, my tongue swirling to clean every drop from them. His cock jerks inside me, and he groans.
“Such a good fucking girl for me,” he rumbles. “Now let Daddy taste his queen.”
I don’t hesitate. I dip my fingers between us, scooping up the slick mess of his cum and my milk, and offer it to him.
He sucks my fingers into his mouth, taking his time licking them clean, his eyes locked on mine, glowing with love and reverence.
He releases my fingers, and a delicate, glowing snowflake-shaped mark appears directly over his heart.
I gasp as the same mark burns into my own skin, right above my left breast, the edges shimmering like fresh frost.
“Mine,” he growls, his hand pressing over the mark on my chest. His cock swells inside me again, and I roll my hips, already wanting more. “Forever.”
He cuddles me against his chest, his big hand cradling the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he holds me. The steady beat of his heart pulses against my cheek.
“You did it, little one,” he says, his voice rough with awe. “The magic is alive again. Can you feel it?”
I nod because I can feel it. The air hums, thick with the scent of pine and sugar, the distant jingle of sleigh bells ringing in my ears.
My skin still glows, faint and golden, like frosted candlelight.
Milk drips lazily from my nipples, pooling between us.
I shift, and his cock twitches inside me, still hard.
His fingers trace idle patterns down my spine, each touch sending little sparks dancing through me. “Decades,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to my temple. “I waited decades for you. And you…” His voice cracks. “You chose me.”
I tilt my head back, meeting his gaze. His eyes are wet, the blue of them reminiscent of a winter sky, ringed with that molten gold. My chest aches.
“I love you, Nick,” I whisper.
The words hang between us, and then his mouth is on mine. He kisses me slow and deep, like he’s savoring me. His hands slide up to cup my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks, and I melt into him. There’s no rush now, no desperate hunger. Just this. Just us.
“You’re the best surprise I’ve ever gotten,” I murmur against his lips, smiling. “And I do love surprises.”
He chuckles, low and warm, his cock flexing inside me. “Oh, my sweet girl,” he growls, rolling us so I’m beneath him, his weight pressing me into the soft mattress, his massive body surrounding me, filling me. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
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