His Taste Of Christmas (Forbidden Tastes #1)

12. Carter

Chapter twelve

Carter

S he’s a virgin.

Her body has remained untouched by anyone.

Her untamed eyes flicker between mine, like she’s anxiously awaiting my response. Her actions are a perfect reflection of her name.

She's an absolute angel.

“How?” I furrow my brows. “Angel, how is it possible that you're still a virgin? You're perfect in every way. Boys must fall at your feet.” She lowers her head and lets out a sigh of relief.

“Yes, some boys.” Her piercing green eyes lock onto mine, delving deep into my soul. “But they’re boys. They were never you, Mr Hayes.”

Her voice is causing my erection to get harder. If that’s even possible. I am certain that she was sent to this world with the sole intention of ending my life. She has never appeared so flawlessly perfect. I know I shouldn't, but I can't leave without leaving my mark on Angel. No man is now claiming what’s mine.

“Well, then, Angel.” My unfiltered voice emerges from my overwhelmed mind. “Let me show you how a man can make you feel.” Pools of desire stare back at me as she slowly nods. Her lips curl up in a small smile. She tilts her head back onto the bed, her hair forming gentle waves. I’m glad she told me she was a virgin. If I had pushed that candy cane in any further, could it have taken her virtue? Could I have pulled it out, and blood would have stained it? As I grip her thighs tightly, she lets out a stuttered gasp. I only want to see that blood staining my dick, nothing else.

Her blood is mine.

“You know this might hurt, Angel.” I fix her with an intense gaze. Her face still displays a dreamy smile while she looks at me as if I am her god, and in this moment, I truly feel like one. “But you trust me, don’t you? You trust me to make you feel good, even if it might be too much at first?” A frown mars her face as she frantically nods.

“I trust you, Mr Hayes.” I tilt my head upwards, blinking at the ceiling momentarily, attempting to clear my mind of thoughts about her. I can't let her think I'm like the eighteen-year-olds she's avoiding, even though her words and innocence are enticing. With a long, forceful breath, I return my gaze to Angel.

I lower myself, planting a line of kisses along her jawline before landing on her lips.

“Angel, where have you been?” I whisper, savouring this moment, hoping it stays with me forever.

“Waiting for you, Mr Hayes.” Her silken voice has every hair on my body standing to a sharp point. I let out a groan and stand up beside the bed, quickly undoing the buttons on my jeans. Lowering them, I notice Angel watching me intently, resting on her elbows. Despite the fact that I still have my boxers on, I am fully erect and it is poking out of the top of my waistband. Her eyes don’t move from my dick; her chest heaves as she takes deep breaths, probably wondering how I’m going to fit inside her. I'm slightly above average in size, but I'm also thick. I realise I need to handle her delicately since she was tight with just my two fingers.

“Trust me?” Without any hesitation, she vigorously nods her head.

“Angel, did these thoughts exist in your imagination? Did you allow yourself to be mine in your fantasies?” I have to know if she thought of me fucking her.

“Every single time, Mr Hayes.” I don’t think I’m ever letting her go. How can I? I slide my boxers down and watch as her chest heaves with exaggerated breaths. I place myself between her legs, my eyes fixated on her glistening cunt.

“Has anyone touched you, Angel?” She shakes her head. Her purity is unmatched, and I consider myself the luckiest man alive to be the man who she gives this to. The fact that I'm the first makes me feral.

“Are you on anything?” I question.

“The pill,” she rushes out, and I frown in question but she quickly follows up, “I-uh, get bad periods.” Her cheeks flame red and I’ve come to accept that Angel red is my new favourite colour, and I want to see her flush every moment she is around me.

“Angel, I've always used protection, but I want to feel you. I want to feel every pulse of your cunt as it comes around my dick. I want your juices dripping off me.” I fixate my gaze on her, watching her reaction.

“Yes,” she stutters.

I narrow my eyes. “Yes, what?” It's as though she's having an internal debate, her mouth opening and closing in response.

“Yes, Daddy.” As she studies my expression, my eyes widen, and the reaction becomes evident in the throbbing pulse and leaking pre-cum from my dick. The moment she utters those words, I grab her arms, pinning her down and kissing her passionately. I consume every noise she lets slip from her mouth. I want her to call me Daddy every day of her fucking life. Fuck.

“Angel,” I growl. “What are you doing to me?” I need to be inside her. I can’t wait any longer. I tightly grip my dick and glide it along her wetness, collecting her arousal. Her responsiveness is captivating as she mewls and flings her head back.

“Angel, I want your eyes on me when I enter you. I want you to watch me when I take what’s mine.”

With gritted teeth and a deep breath, I push the tip of my cock inside her warm, wet walls. Fucking hell, she is tight . Despite squinting her eyes, she obediently keeps her gaze fixed on me. I push myself in deeper. Her cunt feels like a vice lock around my dick, and all I want to do is pound into her and hear her screams, but I have to be slow. Now that I'm halfway in, I can see her eyes welling up with tears.

“Trust me, Angel?” She confirms she understands with a nod, but doesn't say anything. I continue to push deeper.

“Mr Hayes.” A pained cry leaves her. I can’t wait this out any longer. I push myself in fully and she cries out. “It’s too much. It hurts.”

“You can take it, Angel. You can take it for your daddy, can’t you?” With reassuring words, I calm her down, her cries soon transforming into moans. As I watch my dick move in and out of her tight cunt, I apply a gentle amount of pressure to her clit with my thumb.

“Look how well you’re taking me, Angel. Your cunt was made for me, wasn’t it?” She lets out a loud gasp while wrapping her legs around my back. I increase the depth and speed up my movements as her body relaxes, and she seems to take me with more ease. Sweat droplets shimmer on her forehead while she clings to the sheets. I increase the speed and move my thumb in circular motions on her clit.

“Mr Hayes, oh my God.” She arches her back off the bed, her legs gripping me tightly, and a scream of pleasure escapes her lips. I witness her trembling form as she cums, causing her skin to break out in goosebumps. Her sweet cunt flutters around my dick. She's an unforgettable vision that I never want to lose.

“That’s it, come for your daddy, Angel.” I drop my thumb from her clit and slow down my thrusts into her. I don’t want this to end and I will drag it out as long as possible. She relaxes and lets herself fall back onto the bed, her breathing slowing and her legs releasing their grip on me.

“My fantasies could never match that,” she exhales. Her face breaks into a lazy smile. I withdraw from her, and she lets out a hiss. Although I know she's sore, I cannot end here.

I need more of her.

“Angel, I’m not done with you yet. Can you take more?”

While I don't want her to suffer, I believe the pleasure will suppress any pain.

“Yes, Mr Hayes.” As I peer down at my dick, smeared with blood and see it on her legs, an urge to behave like a savage surges through me, accompanied by a sudden feeling. I want to taste her in every way possible.

“I crave your taste, Angel,” I murmur, sinking to the floor and eagerly indulge in her cunt. I slide my tongue into her opening, licking the inner walls as she moans softly once more. I use the sticky candy cane to flick against her clit while pleasuring her with my tongue repeatedly. I shut my eyes and relish her completely, as if she's my last meal. Her taste is hands down the most delicious thing I've ever experienced.

“Your innocence tastes so sweet, Angel.” I spit on her clit and lick it back up. I notice blood on the candy cane, causing me to reach out to her.

“Taste how sweet you are, Angel.” It's not like me, but she has a way of making me feral and bringing out a sweet yet twisted side in me. Without any hesitation, she simply accepts it, wrapping her lips around it, sucking, licking.

“Fuck, Angel.” I toss the candy cane and sit up. This time, I place her legs over my shoulders and lean over her so her hard nipples brush my chest. I fantasised about having her bent in half with my dick buried in her tight, wet pussy, and now I’m going to have it.

My dick is throbbing, and her pussy dripping. I allow my dick to slide through her folds, making sure I brush the head over her swollen clit. She stutters on a breath before I position myself at her entrance.

Our panting breaths mingle together as our noses brush one another. Her hooded eyes go wide as I slowly push myself in. I have to close my eyes and take a deep breath; her walls tighten around me instantly like a fucking glove I never want to take off. I can’t come already, but her pussy is trying everything it can to milk my cock for every last drop.

I open my eyes and my heart skips a beat. Her emerald eyes roll back with every gentle thrust, her lips open slightly with small mews leaving her mouth. Every time my chest brushes against her nipples, I feel her pussy flutter. My stomach flips with every second that goes by. She's fucking mine. I’m never letting her leave. Wherever she will go, I will be there, whether or not she accepts it.

The thought causes me to drive into her relentlessly, filling her to the hilt, I bring my hands up to her face and cradle her cheeks, holding her in place, hoping she can bear the pain from the sharp thrusts, but by the looks of her, the pleasure is numbing the pain completely.

I drop my forehead to hers and close my eyes, allowing the pleasure to wash through me as her loud screams and sharp exhales make me increase my speed. I'm almost there, but I want her to experience pleasure repeatedly. I push her knees back until they touch her shoulders.

“Oh my God, Mr Hayes, this is too intense,” she mutters, squeezing her eyes shut and turning her head away. I know at this angle, I can get in deeper, and I know eventually, the pleasure will take over.

“I’m so fucking proud of how well you’re doing, Angel and I know you can show me that you can take me anyway I give it to you, can’t you?” She cries out as I push in.

“Ye-es,” she stammers.

“Scream for me, Angel. Make everyone in this pub hear you scream and let them know who you belong to.”