Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Reach in there and pull out my balls. They need attention, too.”
He shifts in the chair, lifting his hips as I bite down on my lip and with trembling fingers scoop my hand down in the loose opening of his pants and find the thick skin, the heavy weight of his sac, and draw it out, letting them hang over the bottom of the open zipper as he lets out a satisfied exhale.
“Good girl. My balls needed to breathe. You handled those like a good princess. Firm and gentle. Christmas baubles need to be handled juuuuuuuust right.”
The green tint must be a stain of some kind, because the flesh of his engorged shaft itself is smooth and shiny. The rougher texture of his scrotum is a deeper green hue. It’s not just painted on. He’s dyed himself somehow. That’s dedication. Intersecting veins wind around the shaft, and I can’t help being awed as I see it up close.
There’s a patch of dark hair at the root, and massive balls that I’m sure are holding a ton of bright green cum. I’m suddenly swallowing down saliva like a Pavlovian dog, wanting to feel the pressure of it pushing against my tongue, down my throat, the thickly cut ridge of the tip bumping against my tonsils…
“Get to it, Cindy Lou. Don’t forget to spit first, then wrap those hands and lips around and give Daddy what he needs.”
The interspersing of Daddy kink with the Grinch kink makes me clench as his hand comes down heavy on the back of my head, pushing me over the tip as I release a gathering of saliva in my mouth, then draw him between my lips. The salty, musky flavor of our combined release from earlier only makes the moment more intense.
If I do a good job now, will he finally be sated and let me go?
His breathing picks up as my movements become rhythmic, sucking and slobbering. The tip popping in and out of my lips with a sucking sound.
The smooth shaft glides over my tongue, bumping the back of my throat as I stretch my lips to take him deeper than before.
I’m not experienced, but I’m also not ignorant. I write dirty stories, and I read them as well. I shuffle through my memory for anything that might help get this over faster.
“That’s a good girl.”
I flick my eyes up through my eyelashes to see him bring the mug to his lips beneath the mask, tip it up, and draw a sip of the milk before releasing a long, low groan. “My little girl sucking me off as I enjoy her cream. This is better than any Christmas dreams I’ve ever had. That little pencil of a pussy hole you have was impressive, but your mouth is running a close fucking second. You make me so fucking hard, Cindy Lou. You know what Daddy needs. All sloppy and wet for me. Don’t suck your present out, though, I want to decorate your pretty face with it, then have a bite of that cookie.”
His crude language and entitled demands should make me cringe and hate him, but I can’t deny they only make me more eager to do what he wants. His words somehow hit that part of me that responds to a dominant alpha male, even one that is committing about a hundred felonies, violating me in my own home on Christmas.
“Oh fuck yeah, thata girl. Now you’re learning how to get Santy’s balls a-bursting.”
I force myself to draw him down, down, down, until I choke on the girth. My lips are stretched to their limit. But I hold him there and swallow around him, trying not to choke, something I read that men love and can’t resist.
A little more… Tears burn down my cheeks as the head swells in my throat and he releases a string of curse words.
He’s close. I swallow around him again, lap my tongue at the vein on the underside, my vision blurring, my lungs burning.
Please, let him blow, and maybe that will be enough.
“Oh no, you don’t, Cindy Lou.” He yanks my head up by the hair, the knife coming back out to scratch down my lolling tongue as I gasp and cough. My eyes bulge as his dick stands tall, bobbing straight up, shiny with my spit. “I know what you are trying to do. I told you, as much as that pretty mouth deserves a prize, I want to decorate your face for Christmas. Now, just sit there while I add some creamy tinsel to those rosy cheeks.”
He grabs his cock at the tip and spreads my glistening spit down the shaft, squeezing so hard the head turns a deep, greenish-purple as he fists the length, moving the green skin up and down, up and down.
“I don’t—”