RIDE ME UNTIL I’M RUINED (COLLECTION OF EROTIC STORIES)

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She hooked her fingers in his waistband and dragged his briefs down past his knees, all the way to the floor, and his c**k sprang free right in her face. Long, tapered, thick through the middle, the head a smooth swollen cone. Whoever had cut him had left it clean and pretty. She made a sound like she’d just been handed something rich to eat.

Edward’s hand settled on the back of her head. She didn’t fight the pressure. She leaned in until her mouth was close enough to feel the heat coming off him. Her lips parted. Her tongue came out.

The first lick was slow, right over the leaking slit. Precum, warm and salty, smeared across her tongue. She swallowed it like it was the candy she’d been promised. Her hand found his balls, rolled them, then wrapped the shaft while she opened wider and took the head into her mouth. She sealed her lips around it and just licked, circling, teasing that sensitive ridge until his hips twitched.

Then she started moving. Slow at first. Wet. Her fist stroking what she couldn’t fit, her mouth taking more of him on every pass. Tongue glued to the underside. The room filled up with the sound of it—slick smacks, little wet gulps, spit running down to her knuckles.

She took him deeper. And deeper. Her p***y was aching so bad she thought she could come just from this, just from having his c**k stretching her lips. She shoved her hand down the front of her own panties and found her c**t, already slick, and started rubbing while she sucked him. Two fingers slipped into her cunt without her even thinking about it.

She loved his hand on the back of her head. Loved that it felt like he was making her do it. She wanted to be made to do it. She wanted that c**k pulsing on her tongue. She wanted to feel it jump and flood her mouth.

Her fingers worked faster—c**t, hole, c**t—wet little sounds mixing with the sounds of her sucking. She was close. She wanted him close too. She took as much of his shaft as she could, until her eyes watered, and sped up, tongue stroking, throat working.

Edward’s hips started moving. He wasn’t just standing there anymore. He was f*****g her mouth, short dirty thrusts, and she let him. She held still and took it, moaning around him, barely holding her own orgasm back. That ripple in the back of her cunt kept building, and building—

Then it broke.

She came with his c**k in her mouth, a hard shaking rush that made her moan loud around his shaft. At the same second he felt himself go.

“Oooh baby. Oooh baby. I’m gonna c*m—”

She didn’t pull off. She wanted it. She wanted him to dump it on her tongue.

“Now, baby. Now. c*m. Edward—c*m. c*m IN MY MOUTH—”

“Ohhhhh. Baby. I’m CUMMING—”

His c**k went rigid, kicked, and then thick hot c*m flooded her mouth in heavy pulses. She moaned around it, mmm, greedy, trying to keep it all. There was too much. She had to ease back just enough to make room so she could swallow, and she did, gulp after gulp, while his c**k kept twitching and feeding her more.

“Mmm. Mmm—”

“Oh yes, baby. Lick all of Santa’s c*m up.” His voice was wrecked.

She squeezed his shaft from the base up, milking the last drops onto her tongue, then dug the tip of her tongue into his slit like she could get one more bead. He finally pulled her off by the hair, gentle but firm.

“Stand up, baby. You’ve been very naughty.”

“Yes, Santa. I’m a naughty girl.”

“Were you rubbing your p***y while you sucked Santa’s c**k?”

“Yes, Santa.”

“Did you c*m?”

“Yes, Santa.”

“Give Santa a taste. On your finger.”

“Oh yes, Santa. Yes.”

She reached under the Santa top, under the wet red panties, and scooped her fingers through her own mess—hot, slick, fresh from coming. She brought her hand up. He thought she was going to feed it to him.

She didn’t.

She painted her own mouth with it instead, smearing her p***y juice over her lips like gloss, shiny and filthy.

Then she stepped into him.

“Taste my naughty p***y, Santa.”

Edward leaned in and licked it off her mouth. Her cream and her lipstick, mixed. Then their mouths opened and the kiss went deep—tongues, sucking, sharing the taste of her cunt and his own c*m still on her tongue.

“Oh, Santa—” She barely got it out between kisses.

Her hands dropped to his bare ass and pulled him in. His hands finally went where they’d wanted to go all night—under the hem of that little Santa skirt, onto those red panties.

There they were. Soft. Hot from her skin. Damp in the crack. He couldn’t keep his hands still. He grabbed, stroked, cupped, squeezed, ran a finger down the split of her ass through the fabric, pressed at her hole through the wet cotton. She squeezed his ass back, telling him yes.

He started sliding around to the front. He wanted that soaked crotch in his palm. He wanted to feel how ruined those pretty red panties were.

He almost had it—fingertips just brushing the wet heat of her p***y through the fabric—when she broke the kiss and stepped back.

“Whew.” She laughed, shaky. Only the tips of his fingers had gotten that one filthy second of contact.

“Oh, Santa. You really know how to get a girl all hot.” She giggled, squeezing her thighs together. “I need to use the little naughty girl’s room.”