XL Candy Cane: A Filthy Dirty Christmas - Page 10

My eyes lower as I take in her narrow waist, her flat belly that hasn't been filled with my seed, that hasn't carried my child. And below that, fuck, her hips, they're wide. The kind of hips you can hold on to, the kind of hips you would never let go of, and her cunt, it's shaved bare, innocent, pure, pink, and her two lips, they're sweet and ripe and ready. She's willing and she knows it.

She knows what I need, but fuck. "No," I tell her. "We can't. This will end badly," I say, stepping back – just seeing her ripe, innocent cunt tells me enough. "I won't just want you once," I tell her. "I tried to explain that yesterday."

"I know," she says. "I know you won't want me once. I don't want you once either," she tells me. "I want you forever."

6

Lucia

I know my desire for Cane O'Grady is unusual. Not every 22-year-old girl has the hots for a 50-year-old man who is her best friend's father, but they haven't seen Cane like I have.

I've seen him work out. I've seen him on vacation in the Mediterranean, on yachts. In Hawaii, swimming and jet skiing, surfing.

I know he's fit. I've seen him in a swimsuit in Tahiti. I've seen him in a towel, leaving a shower. I've seen him after he's gotten out of a massage appointment in Italy. I've seen him wake up with a boner after a night of partying in Madrid.

That's one of the perks of being his daughter’s best friend. I've spent plenty of holidays with his family. Been all over the world with them, just like Fiona's been all over the world with my family.

So I know that Cane has an incredible body. I know he has chiseled muscles and abs for days. I know he's muscular and all man. An alpha male, packed and carrying, loaded.

I have an idea of his girth, but nothing could prepare me for the sight before me as he takes off his suit pants and stands in his boxer briefs. His eyes are laser-focused on my naked body.

For some reason, I have no apprehension, no vulnerable moment as I stand before him. Maybe because I’ve known him so well for so long. He's seen me with bedhead and bad breath and eye makeup smeared across my face after I watched a really sad movie with Fiona on the couch in his living room.

He's seen me when I've had hard days and good days. My best and my worst. Cane knows me, so I'm not nervous around him.

I'm excited. I'm eager. I'm ready. I know he can sense that. He watches me. Eyes me. There's a longing in his gaze that makes me feel seen. That's the look I've been hoping for.

"What?" he asks.

I explain that to him. "For so long," I tell him, "ever since, well, since I was 18 and I realized maybe it's not the worst idea to have the hots for you, I've been trying to get your attention, trying to press my breasts together, to arch my back, to spread my knees. Wanting you to notice my body, someway, somehow. But you always looked away. You never gave me any mind. I thought you didn't like me. Didn’t want me. But now you're looking at me full on, and your eyes tell a different story. They make me feel desired, Cane. That's what I've been waiting for all these years. For you to give me the green light, the go ahead."

"Fuck," he says.

He shoves down his boxers, and now he's naked too. And oh my God, his cock. Forget calling it a candy cane because while it is extra-large, it is no piece of candy. It is a piece of meat.

"You want to know why I didn't look at you longer than a moment? Why I always forced myself to look away?" he asks, stepping closer. He wraps his hand around his length, stroking himself. I lick my lips. My nipples are hard. My pussy, fuck, it's wet. "I had to, Lucia," he says. "If I looked for any longer, I would've done things that you wouldn't have been ready for. Things that could have ruined you in ways that could have ruined me because you were innocent then. But God, how I wanted you back then."

He's inches away from me now, and he runs his big hand over my breast, squeezing it ever so slowly, his thumb over my nipple. I bite my lower lip, holding back a whimper.

"But you didn't understand what you needed, what you really wanted. You were just toying with the idea of me. You've spent the last few years getting used to the idea of what it might be like to be with a real man with this kind of cock. And now you think you're ready, right?" he asks.

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