Chapter 8

8

Kilgore

I t’s becoming unbearable. The temptation was bordering insanity, so I went to stack logs for a bit and make sure every room has enough firewood for days. She makes it hard to breathe when I’m in the same room as her. Thoughts of dirtying her up with my seed keep rushing in. She’s got my dick locked in a vice and my sanity is breaking.

I’ve never craved anything before. I’ve never needed or wanted a single thing in my entire life. But I want everything from this little elf. I want her naked and kneeled before me, taking my cock into that testy little mouth. I want her tongue swirling around the end of my cock, trying to lick up every drop of cum that slips free. I want to put her on my lap and stick my fingers in her tight body, watch as she comes apart before me again. Gods! The illness is like a fever, growing sicker by the second.

I walk into the kitchen to tell her I’m going to step outside to see if the storm has hit, but I find my words failing me. Her little hips are swaying as she sings “Jingle Bells” while painting the cookies she’s made. My entire house smells like heaven, but it’s her sweet taste I’m hungry for.

“Are you going to let me have a taste?” I step up behind her, my words coming out on hard breaths.

“Oh!” She startles as a shiver runs down her spine and the cookie she was holding falls back onto the tray. “I didn’t hear you come in.” Her voice is just as breathless as mine but I’m guessing it’s from singing her jolly tunes all afternoon. “You can have one. I made them for you.”

Gods, she’s sweet. As scrumptious as those pretty little treats she baked, but they aren’t going to quench the hunger. She holds up a cookie for me to take, and I drop my head, taking a bite of it right from her hand, swirling my tongue over her thumb. Her little whimper has me leaking in my drawers, which are already cum stained from the thoughts that have been raging through me.

“You make the most incredible cookies,” I moan my approval as I swallow the last morsel of sweetness. “There’s only one thing better I’ve tasted in my life.”

Her attention pops up from my mouth. “What’s that?”

“You.”

The way her eyes flutter as a soft little whimper leaves her lips takes me to my knees. I brace my hands around her thighs and slowly slide up the shirt she’s been wearing like a dress all day. “I need your sweet icing on my tongue, Little Red. I can smell your sugar from here.”

Her arousal is now overtaking my senses, drowning out the cookies in the air. I lean forward and tuck my nose in the opening of the boxers she’s wearing. I’ll never be washing them again. As soon as they leave her frame, they’ll be wrapped around my dick. I breathe her in, dying to stick my tongue through the slot and tickle her little button. “Need to taste you, Lunabelle. Let me, Little Red.”

I wait for permission, knowing I’m going to die a starved man because she’s going to deny me of this. Any second the anger is going to ignite and she’s going to push me away. When her hand comes up and grips my hair, my wait is over. Only…I’m not shoved back. She tugs me forward, rubbing herself against me. A sweet gasp falling from her lips.

My nose slides over her secret treasure, inhaling deep. She’s the essence of Christmas. Sugary sweet and divinely magical with the ability to bring me joy. I slip my tongue out and take a taste, and her body grows weak in my arms, slumping against the counter at her back. She’s perfection. Responsive to the slightest touch. And when I run my tongue down her seam, dipping my end into her little pot of honey, she screams my name.

I need more. My hands reach for the slit of the boxers and I tear, ridding the obstacle to my feast. Her surprised gasp is followed by a moan when I lift her little rump and bring her to my mouth, devouring her like a ripe slice of watermelon. I slowly lick up the mess she’s made of herself, savoring every drop of her sweet nectar. When I get to the swollen jewel on top, she bucks her hips, tightening her grip in my hair. I stay put and give the swollen little button my attention, feeling it swell further against my tongue.

“Gods, you’re a tasty little treat, Red. I could devour you for hours.”

“Kilgore!”

My tongue pushes into her opening, sliding until I hit the deepest part of her womb. Heavens, she is a tasty little thing. I could feast on her for hours. Her need is gaining speed. She bucks against my mouth, grinding against my upper lip as I thrust in faster. When her body clenches, constricting around me, I groan as a flood of her honey hits my tongue. She’s juicy and sweet, a decadent delicacy that I could survive the rest of my days on.

“Kilgore!”

I grab onto her hips, tightening my hold as she slumps against me. Her little spasms are jolting through her. Her orgasm rocking her from head to toe, and I get the benefit of all that pleasure running down my chin.

“Better, Little Red?”

Her head lifts, and there’s a sheen of sweat coating her forehead. “Much,” she breathes. “Your mouth…” She slumps forward again, and I lift her up and carry her to the sofa.

Gods, it makes me so happy to give her pleasure. I want to make her crave me. It’s my mission to get her addicted so she’ll never want to leave. When her stomach rumbles, I realize I need to feed her dinner. Though, I’m tempted to give her a feeding of my own first. But I leave her limp body resting while I go into the kitchen and prep the meal.