Chapter 10 #3
I reach my hand to her face and hold my palm in front of her. “Get my hand nice and wet, darlin’.”
She sticks her tongue out and licks my hand before spitting on it, and my dick jumps.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I groan and fist my cock with my soaked hand. “Tell me, Stella, have you ever played with your pussy, thinking about me?”
It may seem like an off-the-wall question, but I’ve thought about her numerous times when I fucked my hand. So, with any luck, maybe she’s done the same.
Her head cranes forward, and her eyes drink in the sight of me jerking myself. “Yes,” she confirms as her brows pull together in agony. “Once, when you were on your boat, I watched you.”
“Fuuuck,” I growl because I didn’t think she’d actually tell me the truth. “What did you do? Did you fuck yourself with a toy, or did you use your fingers?”
Her cheeks redden. “I … went into my room, and I slid my fingers inside of myself.”
“Yeah?” I slow my hand on my cock because the thought of her watching me and fucking herself has me almost blowing my load right now. “Did you imagine it was my cock?”
“Yes,” she cries out, nodding slowly.
Dipping my head down, I keep my eyes fixated on hers before I spit onto her pussy.
“Show me,” I plead. “Now that you’re nice and drenched with my spit, show me how you made that pussy come. Fuck yourself for me. Let me stroke my cock while I enjoy the show.”
She rakes in a breath so fast that her throat makes a croaking sound. Trailing her hand down her stomach, she brings it between her legs, doing exactly what she was told with zero hesitation.
“That’s it, baby,” I huff out, my head fucking buzzing. “Show me how you like it.”
She takes two fingers and circles them over her clit, lifting her hips slightly in pure need before she slips the same two fingers inside of her heat.
As she works them in and out, every so often going back to rubbing her clit, I swallow back a scream because, goddamn, she’s so fucking sexy this way.
“Yes,” she breathes out, her eyes lost in need. “Fuck … Ridge. Your cock feels so good.”
Her talking to me while she’s fucking her fingers is enough to make me come, and I keep my hand still, wrapped around the base of my cock, as I will myself not to come so soon.
Her eyes lock with mine, and she rubs the pads of her fingers against her pussy before she lifts her fingers to my mouth.
“Open.” She gives me the command sharply.
When I do as told, she shoves her fingers inside of me while using her other hand to sink her fingers back inside her heat. “Good boy. Now taste me, Outlaw. Lick my fingers clean.”
Those words and her fingers in my mouth, and I’m fucking gone.
My balls draw up, and even though I don’t want to come so fast, I have no control over it.
Soon, my dick explodes, and cum erupts all over my stomach, her legs, and the countertop.
As soon as the wetness hits her skin and she realizes that little stunt made me come without her even touching me, her back is off the countertop, and she’s screaming out while her hips buck against her hand.
With our eyes locked, we both ride out our orgasms, and the second we’re done, I quickly wipe my mess up and yank her upward and make it so that she’s straddling my waist before I walk us toward the bedroom.
But not before I grab her Santa hat because, if I’m being honest, she looks damn fucking sexy in it, and I need to fuck her while she has it on. After all, it’s all I’ve thought about since we were at the store.
After Ridge sets me on his bed and finishes undressing, he grabs the red hat and pulls it onto my head. His cock stands tall in front of me, and I suck in a breath of desperation as I fight the urge not to lean forward and taste it.
“You look too hot with this on, Fireball.” He runs his finger over the fabric. “But I need to know, have you been a good girl or a bad girl this year?”
Although I’m a Christmas hater, I suddenly don’t hate the sexy holiday festivities right now, and I shift around, ready to find out what exactly this man is going to do to me.
“That depends, Outlaw. What do I get if I say I’ve been a really good girl?” I coo, biting my lip.
His cock visibly jumps, and I fight a whimper before it gets the chance to slip from my lips.
“If you’ve been a good girl, I’ll let you have my dick any way you want it.” He runs his thumb over my lips.
“And if I’ve been bad?” croaks from my throat. “Then what will I get?”
He smirks, his blue eyes a few shades darker now as he stares down at me. “If you’ve been a naughty girl, that means I get to take you any way I want. As many times as I want.” His hand trails down to my neck, and he applies a little pressure. “So, tell me, beautiful, have you been good … or bad?”
“Bad,” I say through gritted teeth, slamming my legs together to relieve some pressure. “Really. Really. Bad.”
His thumb works back to my chin, and he swallows hard. “Well then, I guess I’d better punish you, huh?”
Staring up at him, I nod slowly. “Yes.”
“Lie on your back, Stella,” he commands. “Because your body is mine right now. And the first thing I’m going to do is fuck those beautiful, big tits.”
I’m relaxing back before he even finishes his sentence, making sure to keep my hat on because, for whatever reason, it makes this even hotter than it already is.
Crawling over me, he positions his face to my chest, dragging his tongue between my breasts before moving to each one and running his tongue around my nipple. When he sucks it into his mouth, a moan rushes from my lips, and he smirks before his lips move between them once more.
He spits down on my flesh, soaking my skin.
“Now your tits are ready for me to slide back and forth.”
He moves his legs upward, climbing further up my body so that his cock pokes against my chest. When he sinks lower, his length rests against my skin, and his eyes cut to mine.
“Push your tits together, baby. Make them squeeze around my fat cock.”
Bringing my hands to the sides of my breasts, I push them together until they are hugging his dick.
“Fuck, my cock is one lucky motherfucker right now,” he grits out. “All wrapped up in those perfect tits.” He brings his hand to his mouth and bites down on his knuckle. “You’re so fucking pretty this way. Ready and desperate to take my cock anyplace I want to put it.”
Dropping his hand down, he brings it to my face. “Open wide.”
When my mouth opens, he pushes his thumb between my lips while the rest of his hand stretches as he grips the side of my face.
Without any instruction, I begin to suck on his finger as his hips thrust back and forth while he fucks my chest.
“I could blow my load straight to your neck, baby.” He drags in a sharp inhale, thrusting faster and making my tits bounce between my hands. “But I’m not sure you deserve the gift of a pearl necklace just yet, naughty girl.”
Removing his hand from my face, he reaches behind him and slides his fingers against my heat. “Fuck, you are soaked, aren’t you, Fireball?” he croaks, running the pad of his thumb against my clit. “You’ve been naughty though. I don’t know if you’ve earned my fingers, either.”
I whimper, lifting my hips in anguish and pushing my heat against his fingers. They are so close, and yet I need them to slide inside of me.
“I don’t think so, baby girl,” he taunts me, slowing his movements but keeping his swollen cock between my breasts. “Bad girls don’t get to be finger-fucked. You need to earn them.”
“Ridge,” I whine, “please.”
When he doesn’t do what I need, I drop one hand and reach around him to slide it between my legs, shoving his hand out of the way. But before I can push them deep inside my heat, he grabs my wrist, forcing my hand back to my tits.
“Nuh-uh,” he coos, his movements stilling completely. “You chose this, baby. I said naughty or nice, and you chose naughty. So, you don’t get to come. At least not just yet.”
“Ridge.” His name rips from my lips, somewhere between a roar and a whine.
But instead of giving me what I want, he simply smirks again.
“You’re being so mouthy for a girl on the naughty list.” He tsks me. “I think I should fill that mouth with something; that way, you stop whining.”
Even through my agony, the throbbing between my legs only intensifies when he moves higher up my body before his cock is nudging my face.
“Open up, Fireball. I’m about to show you what I do to whiny, desperate, naughty girls like you.”
My lips fall apart as I inhale a sharp breath because my mind is spinning, but Ridge takes the opportunity to thrust his dick deep into my mouth.
He tastes so good, just like I knew he would, but that doesn’t help the throb that’s so deep inside of me; everything hurts because I need relief.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Be a good girl. Suck my dick really good, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll put you on the nice list and let you come on my fingers. Or maybe my tongue.”
I don’t just want to come; I need to. But I also need to suck his dick because, right now, it’s all I can think about.
Lifting my head slightly, I take him as deep as I can and then push my face even further against his body.
When the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, I gag.
But before I can pull back, his fingers grip the hat on my head as he holds me there, only to make me gag again.
Finally, he releases me, and after catching my breath for a second, I resume sliding my lips up and down his rigid dick, letting my spit soak every inch of him that I can.
“That’s it,” he practically grunts. “Take it. Take all of it.”
My hand slides down my body, and I move it between my legs again. Pushing two fingers inside of myself, I cry out with his dick in my mouth at the instant relief. But within seconds, he’s pulling my hand away.
“You’re never going to get off the naughty list if you keep it up,” he says, squeezing my hand in his.
With one thrust, his cock is so far down my throat that I feel like I’m choking. And yet, with tears in my eyes, I still need more.
He grips my throat as his balls rest against my face. “I’m getting close, baby. Tell me, are you going to be a good girl and swallow me down?” he asks.
Instantly, I nod.
“Good girl.” He barely hisses the words. “I promise that if you take every drop I give you, I’ll reward you.”
I don’t need to do any work because he thrusts in and out of my mouth fast and hard.
The only thing I focus on is keeping my lips snug around his hard cock, and within seconds, his movements are more sporadic, and a loud hiss shoots from his mouth.
He grips my neck tighter, tilting his chin toward the ceiling.
“Remember …” he grunts, his body practically quivering just as the first bit of saltiness hits my throat. “Every fucking drop.”
I take it all, swallowing him eagerly. He keeps his hold on my throat, and his head shifts up, but the moment he’s completely finished, his blue eyes gaze into mine as he tries to catch his breath.
Pulling his dick from my mouth, he runs his thumb against my lips.
“Good girl, baby. Now, you can consider yourself on the nice list.”
Releasing his hold on my throat, he leans down, capturing my mouth with his and giving me a hard, rough kiss before moving down my body, dragging his tongue along my flesh.
Stopping once his face is between my thighs, he hooks his arms around my legs and forces them to spread wide, pushing my knees up. The second his tongue hits my clit, my fingers grip his hair roughly.
“God … yes,” I moan, pulling on his hair as his tongue slides deeper inside of me.
Pulling back, he spits inside of me before diving back in. I squeeze my eyes shut because it feels too fucking good and my brain is fuzzy.
“Look at me while I eat,” he growls against my heat, sending my eyes flying open and my neck craning forward.
With his arms, he rocks my pussy harder against his face in a rhythm, making me shudder against the mattress.
Everything inside of me begins to tingle, and I have to fight to keep my eyes open when a warm wave of pleasure crashes over me, thawing my entire being as a loud moan rips from my throat.
I pull his hair tightly as my orgasm hits me like a thousand rocks at one time, and now, I’m not just moaning; I’m screaming.
My vision becomes blurry, and against his command, I squeeze my eyes shut as my pussy continues convulsing against his tongue.
And when I’m finally finished, I have to pry my eyes open because I’ve never been this relaxed in my life. I feel as light as a feather yet somehow too heavy to try to get up.
So, when Ridge climbs next to me without saying a word and wraps me up in his arms, I don’t fight it. Instead, I succumb to my fatigue, and soon … I doze off.