His Christmas List: – Naughty Stories For Your Stocking
His Christmas List: MR PRESCOTT: Chapter 4

Wait…what? I stare up at him as I try to work out what’s going on here.

This man is so confusing.

He’s hard and ready, obviously aroused, but then doesn’t want sex. He’s only interested in my orgasms.

I have no idea what’s going on. I can’t read him at all.

He stands behind me, his teeth grazing up and down my neck as his fingers slide through the wet flesh between my legs. He replaces the spot that makes me shudder and I feel him smile up against my skin. “You like that?” he murmurs darkly.

I nod, unable to form a coherent word.

“Just like that, baby.” His fingertips flick fast and furiously over my clitoris and I nearly pass out from the pleasure.

“Oh…fuck.” My legs go weak beneath me.

He chuckles. “Hold it.”

How the hell am I supposed to hold it? He’s getting off on making me come.

Don’t come, whatever you do don’t come.

He grabs my clitoris and pulls it aggressively and I nearly convulse as an orgasm explodes through me.

He pulls and pumps me through it, never have I come by having my clitoris aggressively tugged.

What the actual fuck?

Who does that….

Who knew that that would feel good? I sure as hell didn’t and I own a clitoris.

He turns me back toward him, his hand still wedged tightly between my legs.

“You’re beautiful when you come, Miss Doe.” He smiles as he kisses me, his fingers start again and I step back from him.

“No more.”

His face falls.

“I need a break. I can’t keep coming again and again.”

He chuckles. “I beg to differ.” He takes his hand away and wraps me in his arms.

I’m sated and sleepy and I lean up against his broad chest as the hot water runs over us.

There’s an elephant in the room, one that I’m not allowed to touch. His huge erection pressing against my stomach.

“Let’s go and have some dinner,” he murmurs.

Huh?

What about your dick?

I don’t like this; it feels like there is an uneven power exchange. He needs to come too.

I slide my hand down through his pubic hair and he steps back. “I said not yet,” he says sternly, as if annoyed he turns and gets out of the shower.

I stay under the water and let it run over me. My body is throbbing, swollen and wet from his strong fingers and yet I’m not even allowed to touch him.

Huh?

He dries himself and wraps a towel around his waist and then holds a towel out for me. I turn the taps off and step into his arms, he carefully dries me and then wraps the robe around my shoulders. “You need to eat,” he says from behind me into my hair.

I’m really not sure what’s going on here but fuck, the anticipation is killing me.

Dressed in our robes we go out to the dining room to see the table laden with silver trays with lids.

“I wasn’t sure what you wanted so I ordered an assortment of dishes for you to choose from.” He begins to lift the silver lids to reveal delicious restaurant meals. There’s ravioli pasta and a fillet of steak. Sashimi and seafood and then some kind of chicken dish. There’s vegetables in some kind of cream sauce and salads.

“Wow,” I whisper as I look around. “When did you order this?”

“Before I got into the spa.”

I stare at him as my brain misfires; he knew that what just happened was going to happen exactly as it did. In that order and in that timeframe.

“Sit.” He gestures to my chair.

“You’re very bossy.”

“Miss Doe.” He smirks. “Now that’s a revelation.” His eyes have a mischievous glow to them. “Where on earth did you get that idea?”

It’s not a revelation, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be on his tombstone. I bet he’s a real bossy bastard on the outside.

I sit down and look around the choices. “Do you want the pasta?” I ask.

“No.” His elbow is leaning on the table and his pointer finger is steepled up over his temple as he watches me. “It’s all yours.” He passes it over to me.

“Thanks.” I pick up my fork and glance up to him, he’s still sitting back watching me. “Are you eating?” I ask.

“I’m hungry…but not for food.” The air crackles between us as we stare at each other. His tongue slides over his bottom lip and I feel it between my legs.

He’s so intense…jeez.

“I’m not eating alone so either you come over here and eat me or you eat dinner alongside of me.”

Amusement flashes across his face and he picks up the fillet steak and puts it in front of him. I watch on as he dishes out some vegetables and then he gets up and fills two glasses of iced water. He puts lemon wedges into both and then sits one down in front of me.

He’s very strategic in everything he does, I get the feeling nothing is left to chance with this man.

He picks up his knife and fork.

“Do you like control, Mr. Doe?” I ask.

“Yes,” he replies without hesitation, he bites the steak from his fork.

“In everything?”

“Yes.” He chews his steak; his eyes dare me to ask more.

“Not having sex…. Is that a control thing?” I ask.

“It’s a pleasure thing.”

I frown. “I don’t understand, how is not having sex pleasurable?”

“Abstinence is my drug of choice.” His dark eyes hold mine.

Huh?

Either this guy is supersmart or I’m super just super dumb.

“What does that mean?”

He cuts his steak as if he has this type of conversation every day. “You sit there opposite me, satisfied and sleepy.”

I frown, more confused than ever. “And?”

He chews his steak in slow motion as he watches me.

“If I’m sitting here satisfied and sleepy…what are you doing?” I ask.

“When I spread you wide and tasted you by the spa…you thought it was for you.”

Huh?

“If it wasn’t for me, who was it for?”

“I was tasting your body to give mine the information it wanted.”

“Why would you want information?”

“To calibrate my senses.”

I stare at him confused.

“You see, Miss Doe, when I give my body a taste of the DNA it could possibly have…it performs at a much higher level.”

I feel a throb between my legs. This man is fucking hot.

“My senses are at an all-time high, working like never before.” He continues, “As you sleepily sit there…. The predator in me can smell you.” He whispers darkly, “I can feel your pulse as it runs through your body.” His tongue swipes over his lips as if tasting something. “I can still taste the beautiful creamy come that came out of your tight little cunt.”

Dear god.

“Every single cell in my body is screaming to claim yours.”

I feel all of the blood drain out of my body.

“Eat your dinner now because you’re going to need energy later.” Our eyes are locked. “My primal instincts are going to use your body well tonight. When I claim you as mine.”

I swallow the nervous lump in my throat.

“I’m already sold,” I whisper.

He breaks into a breathtaking smile and butterflies dance in my stomach.

Suddenly I desperately want to please him, I want to blow his mind as much as he’s blowing mine. It’s only fair.

I stand. “You eat your dinner. I’m sucking your cock.” I crawl underneath the table and pull his shorts down; his thick length is already hard and weeping with pre-come.

I take him into my mouth and he lets out a deep husky moan.

Fuck.

This is already the best sex of my life and we didn’t even do it yet.

I take him deep as I stroke him and he inhales sharply as he leans back in his chair. His hand goes to the back of my head. We get into a rhythm and he begins to fuck my mouth. His behind lifting off the chair as he begins to lose control.

The moans and noises his body is making are turning me inside out. I say his body because I honestly believe I’m sucking off his base needs now.

Mr. Doe isn’t here anymore; I’m feeding the animal inside of him.

He drags me up from the floor by the arm and bends me over the couch and pushes my head down into the cushions.

I hear a rip of a condom, then he slams into me and holds himself deep and we both cry out in ecstasy.

Oh.

My.

God.

This is too good.

He’s huge, stretching me to the hilt, but it’s the way my body is rippling around him that’s sending us both over the edge.

He’s right, this isn’t sex between two people.

This is two bodies feeding their most human base needs in the most primal of ways.

He lifts his foot to put it on the couch beside me and pulls out and slams back in.

I cry out, the pressure of his grip almost breaking my spine.

Fuck.

Then he’s pumping me at piston pace, our skin slapping together as he takes what he needs.

Oww….

I can’t think, I can’t breathe, and the position he has me in I can’t even move. I’m bent over the couch, my feet not touching the ground.

His hands are spreading me wide and I’m taking his pumps blow by blow.

He’s moaning, deep and throaty. The most orgasmic sound I’ve ever heard in my life.

He’s like an animal.

I’ve never ever been fucked like this before.

“Fuck.” He moans. “So….”

Pump.

“Fucking.”

Pump.

“Good.”

Pump.

Oh….

He holds himself deep and grips me hard.

The sound of his excitement sends me over the edge and I cry out as I come hard.

My vision blacks out and I swear I have an out-of-body experience.

Skin slapping around me, his deep moans and…damn it, I may not survive this kind of sex.

He holds himself deep and I feel his cock jerk violently as he comes deep inside my body.

“Fuck…” he moans. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah.” He slowly keeps pumping me to completely empty out his body.

I pant as I desperately try to catch my breath. I stare into space as I try to regain my physical consciousness.

What the hell was that?

I wake as my back arches off the bed.

The bedroom is shrouded in darkness and I feel teeth graze my clitoris.

I look down to see Mr. Doe is going down on me underneath the blankets.

Fuck.

This man is an animal, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come.

He’s been fucking me for hours, every which way, and after the last time I drifted off into an exhausted sleep…only to wake to this.

I actually don’t know if I am going to make it through until morning.

His four fingers slowly fuck me as his tongue flicks over my clitoris and I moan.

I can’t even act cool anymore, he’s ripped any sense of self-awareness right out of my soul.

“Please,” I whimper, scared to come again. “I can’t ….”

“Sshh,” he whispers. “One more time, baby, and I’ll let you sleep.” I screw up my hands in his hair as my eyes roll back in my head. “I only have you for one night, Doe.” He sucks on me. “I can’t get enough.”

Don’t say that.

With this physical connection how could we only have one night?

No world is that cruel.

My body begins to convulse and I moan as I come hard on his fingers, he kneels up over me and slides his cock down my throat and comes into my mouth.

I gag and choke as I try to deal with him.

He smiles down at me in the darkness as he tenderly brushes the hair back from my perspiration-clad forehead. “So fucking beautiful, Doe,” he whispers, he keeps stroking himself into my mouth.

We stare at each other and something shifts between us.

Whatever his body was searching for, it just got. With his satiety, I can feel the tectonic plates move into place.

But where they’re moving to…I have no clue.

Only that I want more.