This Christmas Eve, all the choices are yours… (PART FIVE)

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I looked back over my shoulder at Mark.  He could see the hunger in my eyes, he already knew what my answer would be.  It was exactly what he wanted too.

“I want to cum on your cock,” I rasped.

“Good girl.”

He removed the glass from my back.  His arms wrapped around me, embracing me as he turned me over onto my back.

“Once my cock is fully inside you, then you may cum.  Not before.  Is that clear?” he asked.

“Yes Sir.”

I longed to feel him inside me, to feel him filling me so completely.

He lowered his fingers to my pussy, gently stroking over my clit.  My hips started to rock in time with his strokes.  My climax already felt so close, and I knew I needed to control my urges.

Then slowly, he pushed two fingers inside me, my wetness welcoming them in.  “So very wet,” he muttered before sliding his fingers out again.  He brought them to his lips and licked my juices from them.  “And so very delicious.”

He adjusted position so his head was between my legs, and he started to caress between my lips with his tongue.  I cried out at the sweet pleasure of the sensation.  My hands moved to his head, my fingers intertwining with his hair.

His tongue drew tight circles around my throbbing clit.  “Oh Mark, yes,” I moaned.

He withdrew his mouth for just long enough to whisper, “Just remember you don’t have permission to cum yet.”

I wanted to sob with need.  My thighs were shaking with the effort of holding myself back.  My orgasm feeling dangerously imminent.

Every lap of his tongue just heightened my pleasure and made my struggle harder.  My pussy was soaking against his mouth and chin.

I think he could almost sense as I was on the brink of losing control.  He paused and just blew gently, and frustratingly, on my clit.  He straightened up, kneeling between my legs.  His thick cock inches from my opening.

“Please,” I begged.

He looked back at me adoringly.  “Remember to wait until every inch is inside you.”

I nodded desperately.

He pressed the head of his cock against my opening.  Very slowly, he pushed forward with his hips, so the tip just pushed inside me.  He knows how I love that sensation, that first delicious stretch as he enters me.  My pussy was on fire with arousal.  I so needed him inside me.

He rocked forward a touch more, the tip still just teasing me.  I could feel my climax building, threatening to break over me in a huge wave of pleasure.  I couldn’t wait any longer.

In one urgent movement my hands grabbed at his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his hips, and I pulled him to me, forcing him to penetrate me completely.

He exhaled with pleasure, the sound escaping him almost animalistic.

As his cock filled every inch of me, I cried out, I clung to him, my body tensed around his cock and the most glorious orgasm ripped through me in waves of pleasure.

He gained his rhythm, thrusting in and out of me hard and fast.  My first climax rolled into another.  I could feel my juices squirting, coating his cock as he drove into me over and over.

My repeated spasms around his cock drove him to his own peak and I indulged in the sound of his roar as he emptied himself into me.

As his breathing calmed, I leaned up to kiss him.

He opened his eyes and looked down at me.  “Happy Christmas,” he breathed.

“And that was the best gift of all,” I smiled.