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Sugarplum 13



Callum


Twenty minutes later I’m sucking fresh whipped cream off of Sloanes tits, her clothes, my clothes on the floor. The only item of clothing still on , is the Santa hat that she demanded I keep on. 


Her ass is perched on the table, put plates pushed back toward the window and her legs are spread open and my cock is slipping in and out of her as I suck the cream off her nipple as she moans. 


“Fuck I love you” I groan as I kiss up her chest , to her neck and bite down and she moans. Her Nails digging my into my back as I bring my mouth to hers and thrust slowly in and out of her. 


“I love you” she breathes and bites my lower lip and she does it fucking hard. Making my hiss and groan and I do it right back and she lets out a little yip, and hisses as I release it and she leans back on her hands and spread her legs wider for me. 


“Fuck me harder” she moans and I groan. My hands going to her waist , grabbing the curves I’ve wanted in my hands for fucking years. I thrust hard , just once. Watching the way her mouth parts, the way her tits bounce and the way her head rolls right back and her eyes flutter as she clenches around me. 


“More” she exhales. 


I thrust hard again, again. Listening to her moan loudly and watching her tits , watching her pussy take my cock, listening to our skin make contact and listening to her sounds she makes. 


“You like it hard Sugarplum, don’t you?” I groan.


“I like YOU fucking me hard” she moans. 


“I love being fucked by you” she whines. 


“Fuck, I love it so much” she breathes and then looks at me and I look her in the eyes as I serve her exactly what she wants. One hard thrust after another. Both of us connected by more than just our bodies as we keep our eyes on each other. Her head bobs from the force of the thrusts but she’s also nodding after ever little sound she makes to encourage me to keep going. 


“I was made for your cock, Callum” she moans. And I groan with agreement. 


“Fuck, it feels so good being your girl” she whimpers and I groan even louder as I go a bit faster and she curses and her eyes roll back. 


“I’m yours” she cries. “I’ve always been yours” 


“Fuck, it’s so good” she whimpers and I love the sound of her voice , how she can’t stand how good it feels. Because I can barely stand it either. 


“Sorry you had to wait so long for me Sugarplum” I groan and she whimpers. 


“Worth the wait” she pants. “So worth the wait” 


I pull her close and grab her ass and lift her off the table. Her legs wrapping around me. Her hands reaching up to my neck as she looks down , my hands lifting her up and down on my cock. I’m not careful about the way I drop her down as I thrust into her. She curses and grits her teeth.


“Fuck , you fuck my pussy so fucking good” she whines and I grunt. Breathing hard. Watching her as she watches my cock slam deep up inside her and she cries out each time and curses as she keeps watching her pussy get fucked. 


“Fuck” she whines and pulls at my neck , her legs pushing at my ass and thighs as she uses them as leverage to start bouncing herself on my cock and I groan. I stop thrusting and just watch her do the work as I hold her ass , helping her up and down. 


“Fuck that cock Sugarplum” I groan and she lifts her head. Mouth parted as she pants and moans and rides my dick right there in the middle of the kitchen. 


“Promise me we’ll always fuck like this” she moans. 


“Promise me you’ll always want me as much as you do right now” she pleads with me and I groan. 


“I’m only gonna want you more everyday Sloane, I can promise you that, I’ll never not want you” I groan and then carry her to the living room and sit down with her straddling me and lean back as I hold her hips and watch her ride me. Bouncing herself in my lap and coming down hard as hell on my cock. I curse at how fucking good she feels, at how fucking stunning she looks when her head goes back and her breasts bounce and I get to just fucking look at every fucking perfect inch of her as she grinds on my cock and bucks her hips and curses her little heart out. She’s loud as hell and I love it. 


“You fuck like you’re on the fucking naughty list Sugarplum” I groan and she lets out a soft laugh as she moans. 


“Is that okay Santa? Do you like naughty pussy on your cock?” She asks and puts her hands on the couch behind my shoulders and grins as she bites her lip and moves her fucking hips. Her tits brushing my chest and I nod. Her eyes flicking to the hat and she giggles as she slows and rides me with my cock inside of her. Just swiveling and circling her hips with my dick buried inside of her. 


“I love you dirty mouth, keep it up” I groan.  


She licks her lips and smiles and bites her lip again. I don’t care if she learned how to be comfortable enough to talk dirty, from being with Liam for years. I didn’t care one single bit. Other than I wish I’d had all of her firsts. But it didn’t even matter. As long as I had the rest of her forever.  


“I love sitting on Santa’s lap…on his big cock” she moans and I groan. My fingers digging into her hips. 


“Yeah, you gonna tell me what you want for Christmas?” I ask and she grins. 


“I’ve already got what I want…you stuffed my stocking just right Santa” she moans and we both grin at the silly dirty talk but I also groan because it’s oddly really fucking hot to me. 


“It’s a tight little stocking, can’t fit anything Ty more in it, you sure you’re happy with just Santa’s cock?” I groan. 


“Can’t you feel how happy I am?” She asks as she slips up my cock and back down slowly. 


“Don’t you feel how wet it is Santa?” She moans. 


“God, you’re fucking sexy, keep talking” I groan and smack her ass and grab it with both hands. 


“Deck my walls with your cum Santa” she says and she laughs with a little moan and I do too. Because fuck. It’s silly. But it’s so fucking hot. How comfortable I feel with her, like we’ve been together for years instead of hours. 


“More Christmas sexual innuendos please” I groan and she laughs and leans into me and kisses on my neck as she rocks in my lap with my cock inside of her. 


“Want me to be your little helper?” She purrs and licks my neck. 


“Youre Mrs Clause” I groan and she moans. 


“Not a naughty little elf?” She asks and I shake my head. 


“No , you’re my woman” I groan and she moans. 


“I want you to eat my Christmas cookie” she moans in my ear and I groan. 


I lift her right up and drop her onto the couch , ready to dive between her legs. 


“God damnit” I growl as the doorbell rings. 


Her eyes go wide and her hands and arms scramble over her naked body. 


“Who the hell is that?” She whispers. 


“Probably. My mother.” I groan. 


“Jesus” she shoots up and the door bell rings again and I grumble as she jumps up and runs to the kitchen to grab our clothes from the floor. 


“Um.  You take these.” She whispers and hands me my sweats and my hoodie. I nod as she clutched my boxers and yanks off the Santa hat and I can’t help but laugh as she take off to the stairs at the back of the house and I hear her feet slap the stairs and run across the floor and then pull on my clothes as my mother rings the doorbell again and I punch the bridge of my nose and take a deep breath.  Because of course she wouldn’t wait for me to call. She was all torn up about last night, wanted to apologize to Sloane and was worried that Sloane didn’t want to speak to her at all and thought Liam’s actions reflected poorly on her as a mother. Liam was just a shithead. A bastard. Sloane would never judge someone for another’s actions. But my mom couldn’t be convinced over the phone. So of course. she had to show up. And just couldn’t wait. 


I walk to the door and don’t even bother checking out the windows. 


I sigh and force a smile. As I see not just my mother, but my father. Sloanes mother and father. And her sister and , her brother. My best friend. Their significant others are nowhere in sight. And neither is Liam. Thank fucking god. 


“Invite us in Callum, it’s colder than a witches tit out here” Sloanes sister Michelle says. Her mother gasping and side eyeing Michelle. 


I just smile and step aside. 


“Come in.” I say. Knowing that it’s going to be a long fucking. 

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