Chapter 29 #3
Heat pulses between my legs with every sound he makes, monstrous and pathetic in turns.
I grab his hand, bringing it to my head, and he begins carding his fingers through my hair.
He’s got a firm grip on me now, seeming to understand what I want because he applies pressure to let me know how he wants it.
When I can’t stand it any longer, I sneak my hand between my thighs to brush against my clit. I’m soaked, absolutely dripping for him, and I know it won’t be long before I come. Each stroke reminds me how real this is, and I time them with each descent onto his cock.
Seth throws back his head, and the Santa hat goes flying. “Ada—fuck, Ada, I’m going to—”
I suck him harder, pumping his knot and milking him with my tongue so he knows that I want him to come.
He thrusts, once, twice, and on the third time, his knot presses up against my lips and he hits the back of my throat.
I gag, but don’t move. I want this, I want him to have this.
A second later, he’s pulsing spiced cranberry cum down my throat.
I open my eyes wide because his bumps have started vibrating against my tongue.
No wonder he felt so fucking good inside me, before.
Seth growls, thrusting into me a few more times before collapsing back onto the chair, panting.
I speed my finger on my clit, and I can hear how it slicks in and out of my wetness in the silence. I clench and pull back, shocked at how Seth’s still fully erect.
Perfect, I’ll get to admire his perfection as I come. I climb and climb, my body tightening as I close in on my orgasm. I’m nearly there—
Seth reaches down and grabs my hand, pulling it from between my legs to inspect.
“Oh, you are a naughty little monster slut, aren’t you?”
My fingers glisten in the dim light of the tree, and I whimper as he shoves my fingers into his mouth, his tongue sliding between them as if seeking every drop.
My poor, bereft pussy pulses with each caress, aching and empty.
He knows he’s teasing me, because he’s got a Cheshire Cat smile around where he’s sucking me.
“Yes,” I whimper. Because I am, and I fucking love when he calls me his monster slut. Because I’m not just a slut, I’m his little slut, insatiable and desperate.
Once he’s done, he licks his lips and holds my hand in front of my face.
“Good girls know that if they’re needy, they ask for help. Naughty girls, who take their pleasure when I’m right here, deal with their nightmare.”
Jesus Helena Christ, I’m already on the edge of coming, and every word takes me closer, but without friction, without something I’ll be waiting here indefinitely. Is this how I’m going to get on the Nice List? By being edged into oblivion for his amusement?
“What will it be then? Are you my naughty monster slut, or are you my Princess?”
“Both,” I whimper, praying that it’s the right answer, or at least right enough to get what I need.
“Yes, you are, aren’t you? My perfect, beautiful girl when I want, but my crawling, needy little slut begging for my cock when she needs it.”
Seth digs his other claw into my hair, grasping close to the root to keep me looking up at him.
“You really do like this, being my slutty little monster fucker? I can smell how hot it makes you. You’re in danger of dripping on the carpet.”
I nod. The pain as it pulls my hair brings everything into sharp contrast. He stands, pulling me up with him. I want to be everything he needs me to be, and more.
“I wanted to make sure that this was what you really wanted, that you wanted me. Us.” He cocks his head. “But maybe I made you wait a little too long?”
“Seth, please.” I’m certainly not above begging. I’ll beg him for the rest of my life if he likes it.
Holy shit. The rest of my life. I want Seth forever. Everything he does, even now as I squirm, panting for him, is perfection. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve him, but I’ll spend the rest of my life begging for him if that’s what it takes.
“Please, what, Princess?” He sweeps me up in his arms, crossing the living room into my bedroom before depositing me on the bed with a bounce. “What do you want for Christmas, Ada?”
“You.” It’s a bigger statement than perhaps he realizes, but it’s something we can address later, when I’m not a writhing mess of need. “I want you to fill me up.”
“There it is. That’s my good girl.” Then, the smooth head is pressing into my opening, splitting and stretching me to accommodate him. I may not have come yet, but I’m so ready that I can just barely take him.
The nodules along his length drag and slide along my walls, and when his knot grazes my clit, I’m done for. I clamp down onto his cock, pulsing and shaking as he grinds down, massaging my clit with his knot.
“Oh, Princess, you really needed me.”
I can barely hear him through the blood rush, but I nod. The room spins around me, but it’s centered on him and where I’m impaled on him.
“I think,” he says, pulling out. “That you still need me.”
“Yes, I want you. I want everything. I’m yours” Am I babbling? Maybe. Yes. But it’s only because my brain is so obliterated with endorphins that there isn’t any room for thought.
Seth slides down and steps out of his pants and chucks his sweater across the room, then moves to stand over me. Tall, broad, and the exact color grey to blend in with the shadows, his mask stands out in sharp contrast.
The perfect Phantom to my Christine.
“Are you, Ada? Mine?” he stands confidently, but his voice breaks a little, a hint of vulnerability that feels like a gift.
“Yes.” My voice is steady, sure. He needs to know that I have no question in my mind.
“Then show me what’s mine, Princess.”
Perhaps I’m not nearly as sexy as I wiggle out of my sweater and unzip my skirt. Still, in seconds, I lay before him exposed but feeling entirely cherished.
With gentle, reverent hands, he smooths over the dimples on my thighs to turn me onto my side. At first, I’m not sure why he’s turning me away, but then his massive, hot form is cradling me.
Like we were made to fit this way, his hands find their perfect fit, one moving to cup my breast, and the other slipping between my folds. With his chin, he brushes my hair from my shoulder and kisses it.
“Mine,” he whispers into my ear as he teases my clit.
“Mine,” he growls as he slips inside my center.
“Mine,” he gasps as his knot pops inside me.
His knot presses into my g-spot, and just like that, I’m coming all over again.
I’m not the only one, though, because Seth’s pressing me to him, growling as he empties into me.
For a few, perfect, suspended seconds, we fly together, against all reason and definition of reality.
We ride the eddies of our bliss in our own bubble of holiday magic.
Seth kisses up my neck, nuzzling me in the aftermath. We’re still joined where his knot is lodged inside me, and I couldn’t be happier about it. The weight of his arm around my waist makes me feel like I might not even need my sleep pod tonight, not if he keeps wrapping me up so tight.
“Stay with me?” I whisper.
“Okay, Princess,” he says into my hair, pressing another kiss in. “I’ll stay.”