The Christmas Present

The sight catches the breath in my throat, causing me to force myself to breathe once more. Despite the countless times I have seen her naked before me, or dressed in something sexy, the sight always causes the same reaction. The fact that K doesn’t see how stunning she is speaks to her modesty, her grace, and her lack of self-absorption.

The sight always ignites the fire in my groin, and I feel the blood flow begin to fill my lower abdomen.

“Beautiful, my pet,” I whisper and gesture for her to join me on the bed. K crawls towards me, desire clear in her eyes. It had been several months since we’d been able to see each other and the pent up sexual frustration and energy has driven us wild for weeks.

Her hands reach my thighs, then my hips before settling on my shoulders. Her hips slide down onto mine, her dress slipping up to rest around her hips as her lips find mine. My hands slide down her body to her hips. K rocks back and forth, grinding against my member. I grin and reach up, tracing my fingers up the side of her breast and the back of her shoulder.

My hand entwines into her hair, and I yank it backward, startling her. The movement pulls her off my waist and onto the bed beside me. I pounce at once, not allowing her to recover. My weight descends on her, pinning her to the bed. My hand descends, gripping her tightly around the throat.

We had talked seriously about toys this time around, of anal hooks, gel vibrators, bonds and belts. In that one instant, I forgot it all. Vanished, like fog on a sunny morning. The beast within, the primal urge and rage fueling his movements, takes over.

The belt is yanked off, my pants sliding down. My hard flesh finds her slick, pushing into her tight hole. My actions are met with her growls, my bear responding with deep, guttural sounds. My other hand finds her face, covering her mouth and nose. The wild look in her eyes returns, as it always does with breath play. I revel in the feeling of her life held in balance by me once more, the appreciation of the trust she gives me overwhelming me for a few seconds.

That trust drives the rutting forward. My cock assaults her kitty, causing the tissue to swell with the violent attack. Her hand lightly taps my hand twice, in pre-arranged signal to release my hold over her mouth. She sucks in a deep breath, as her eyes roll back in her head.

“Please Daddy,” she moans.

Too far primal for words, I nod and grunt. Immediately I feel her tighten around me. I hold her tighter, riding through her thrashing, moaning orgasm. I flip her over, and yank her to close once more with my body. My cock slams back into her with a feral grunt. My primal side takes over completely, grabbing two handfuls of hair and jerking backwards. Her head snaps back, placing the perfect arch in her back as I drive forward. Frantically, my body crashes into her, driven mad with pleasure.

She detonates once more, spasming while speared on my cock. I hold the position, knowing my orgasm would follow hers. I flood her hole a moment later, grunting my way through my orgasm. My right hand releases her hair as I slide to my left, energy temporarily spent. My left hand, still entwined in her hair, pulls her over to me.

I move her face close to my cock, holding it out for her in silent request. Her mouth descends, full lips enclosing my length within. As her lips touch my sensitive areas, a sigh escapes mine. Such a good girl I have. I watch K clean my cock with expert precision before her head finds a comfortable position atop my hip. Her delighted eyes takes in her dress - shoved up onto her hips, wrinkled, and with a few small spots of our combined juices trailing across the fabric.

"I think I need to change, Daddy," she giggles, not at all upset by our encounter.