I apologize for the disappearance. I have been working like crazy. And Christmas is away from us, but it's still time for some E/C goodness. Hope you like it. Beware of the emotional piece close to the end.
And everything is ABC's but my idea. I wish they could have better ones, tbh!
As usual, mistakes are on me, once I have no beta. Enjoy!
Christmas parties are perfect places to hide your wicked activities.
Slap!
"Oh, fuck... fifteen."
"Don't lose count, my dear, or I will start again."
"I won't!"
"We'll see."
Slap!
"Sixteen… god!"
Slap!
"David will do, darling!"
"Fuck you!"
"I'm actually planning to do just that, but you have got to stop losing count on this."
"Seventeen."
Slap!
David slips a finger inside her to find her cunt wet and hot. "Just the way I like."
Slap!
"Have you lost count already?"
"Eighteen."
"No, you haven't."
Slap!
"I bet you will now," he smirks and presses his thumb against her asshole, roughly pushing its way inside, making her gasp.
"Nineteen… Jesus…"
"Yeah, darling, I know it's his birthday, but I'm not interested in it right now," David pulls his thumb out, spits on it and on her entrance just to push it in again. She gasps louder. "Careful, we don't want to get caught, do we?"
Regina has organized the Christmas party this year and invited a lot of people. She opened the doors of her house to Granny, the dwarves, Ruby, Archie and many more. Her house is stuffed with people full of bad habit and low sense of manners, but she doesn't care, not right now. Her plan is working quite perfectly so far.
Slap!
"Say the right number, honey, and you get to choose which hole my cock will stretch tonight," he speaks calmly, rubbing her back, bathed in sweat and heat.
She thinks for a minute. Despite her obvious state, Regina's lost count three times before simply because she wanted to. She loves when David decides it's time to punish her for something she did or said.
This time, though, he's doing because she didn't give him any reason for a good spanking lately. "I love to hit this butt," he told her as soon as she settled herself on his lap, naked. He squeezed the tight muscles of her ass cheeks before starting the twenty counts for heaven as he likes to call this. There are also the 35 ways to bliss and the 52 words of lust. Creative that man, creative.
Anyway, she'll probably do it right this time, after all she can feel his erection rubbing against stomach each time he slaps her ass. She flinches with the force of his ministrations, but loves it just as much. And as usual after the fifth or sixth swing of his big hand on her butt, chills break all over her skin from head to toe. The sweetness of his voice combine with the intensity of his methods warm her insides in a way only he is able to do.
"Twenty," she gasps.
She doesn't see it, but David smiles down to her, sighing in relief because he was about to drop this counting thing just to push his cock inside her. He has the strangest sensation that he is the one who got punished this time, but he can't tell for sure.
"Good girl," she can hear the smile on his voice; she can distinguish the slight satisfaction he gets when these moments come to an end and he can finally push himself into her warmth.
She's still laying on his lap when his hand rub her butt cheeks, going up to her slim waist until he grabs her right breast to roll her nipple between his fingers. He keeps caressing her body, tenderly touching places where he knows she'll sigh or whimper; places where she'll giggle like a girl, others that make her moan deeply until he gets back to her supple ass. Both cheeks are burning red, tender to the touch and so very beautiful to the eye. "As promised, and following this annoying Christmas spirit, you can choose where you want my cock."
David shifts his legs to help Regina to her feet, holding her close to his body, naked chests touching, the heat an overwhelming reminder of how well they fit together in every possible way.
Her hands reach down caressing his erection through the fabric of his pants, eyes glued together and identical smiles. She opens the button of his slacks and fumbles with the best for a moment before she's pushing it down alongside his boxers.
She's kneeling before him, admiring his engorged length, hard and pulsing in her hand as she pumps him, looking up and without a word asking him what he wants.
"I want your mouth on me, Regina," he whispers quietly, "now!"
Regina gives a simple nod of her head and swirls her tongue around the tip of his cock, sucking the head into her mouth, inch by inch, loving the way he groans every time her tongue runs from base to the tip of the underside of his length. She lazily bobs her head up and down, groaning when his hand reaches for her head, setting a languid pace up and down his shaft. Regina knows he's struggling not to push his hips forward and drive himself deeper, so she makes it easier for him when she starts to suck him quicker, spit running down her chin as he complies with her when she encourages him to thrust his hips into her, the tip of his cock reaching the back of her throat, making her occasionally gag around him.
Long minutes pass by when he finally takes himself out of her warm mouth, cock glistening, eyes clouded with need. "Where?" He asks while pulling her up, fusing their mouths together in a sloppy kiss, filled with tongue, teeth clashing and moans drifting away from their throats.
Regina says nothing, just turns around and walks towards the center of the bedroom where she kneels at the edge of the bed, opening her legs and bending forward, as she's done so many times before, the weight of her upper body supported by her elbows. She looks back to wink at him, a wicked smile in her lips when she mouths her answer.
David groans so loud Regina fears they have been heard, putting a finger on her lips, drawing a silent moment between them to hear the party downstairs, but the clatter of forks and knives and spoons hitting the fancy china she put to use tonight combined with the endless sounds of laughter and talking muffle any noise that comes out of the bedroom.
He turns to her, stroking himself as he walks slowly towards, a smirk gracing his beautiful face. Her ass is still very red, the outline of his fingertips finally taking shape in her skin. He smirks and stands behind her for a moment or two just looking at the work of art made by his hands. His favorite kind of art, the one that marks her as his just as she did with him a few days before when she drew blood from his back when her nails sank deep into his flesh.
She magically healed him, the skin white and tender as though nothing had happened, but he felt like that was the greatest moment of his life with her. She marked him in a way that was not only physical, but somehow emotional. Which is also complicated because, well, he's married and have no plans to divorce, not now anyway, and he knew she did not want anything more than the delicious physical aspect of their relationship.
Right now, he agrees with her approach, thinking that the sex is too amazing to be mixed with silly emotions. That's why he's brushing the tip of his cock against her entrance, pushing just the head in, teasing her enough to make her protest when he does it for the third time.
"This is worse than the spanking," she says indignantly, glaring at him over her shoulder.
"I know," he replies, smiling innocently at her while he drives the head of his cock once again inside her. "Why do you think I insisted today? I knew you were faking losing count of those slaps. You never did that before, so you couldn't possibly make those mistakes three times in a role if you were not enjoying yourself," he grins at her expression, a mix of surprise and annoyance.
"Fuck you!" This time she's the one who's too loud for their safety, but they do not stop to check if anyone has heard them. Instead, David pushes himself all the way inside her as he did so many times before, loving how tight she feels around him.
"No, darling, I fuck you!" He counters, gripping her hips as he pulls out so very slowly she can actually feel the veins of his cock brushing her insides. The heat and tightness make him growl and scratch her back with his short nails from her shoulders all the way down to the small of her back.
He never knew she would be such a lover of his cock buried deep into her ass. He thrusts back inside her slowly at first, giving her a little more time to adjust to his invasion until she rocks her hips back against his. He puts his right foot at the edge of the bed and starts thrusting in and out again until he picks up the pace, fucking her harder and faster by the minute, loving her moans and muffled shouts, the disconnected words and curses. She rocks her hips against his faster, taking his cock deeper, groaning with each push of his cock into her. And he loves it when she loses herself in him with such abandon he could throw everything away just for her.
David leans forward, rubbing his chest against her back, huskily telling her how good it feels to have her so tight and delicious around him. How he loves to fuck her like this, with everyone so close, with the possibility of getting caught being so real. How he can't help but feel deliriously exhilarating knowing he is fucking his wife's best friend literally under her nose. Regina chuckles with his words, feeling like a pervert for being the one David Nolan fucks almost every day while his poor little wife gets nothing from her delicious husband
She loves it too, but she also loves to come and so she takes his hand, putting in over her pussy, guiding his finger to where she want them to be, whispering to his cheek that she wants him to make her come. And so he does.
The Sheriff manages to thrust two fingers inside her while rubbing her clit in frenzy circular motions. He fucks her fast and deep, loving the way her slick pussy feels around him. He takes his fingers out to taste her, groaning when she how delicious she always is, tongue lapping at his hand for the slightest taste of her.
Regina feels warmth spread all over her body, nerve endings tingling, and skin breaking in goosebumps. The tight sensation at the pit of her belly telling her she's close, so very close. And she rocks her hips back against David's, his fingers pumping inside her in a delirious way, frenetically rubbing her swollen clit as a tight sensation takes over her body.
She collapses forward when she's suddenly shaking uncontrollably with the earth shattering orgasm that just hit her. Her legs are quivering, a moan escaping her lips and mixing with the sounds coming from the party.
Regina feels calloused hands gripping her hips, shifting her body so that she's on bent knees again. David pounds in and out, faster and deeper, the damp sound of their skin slapping together making the sensations around her heighten to an impossible level, something she never thought to be possible until now.
As David puts his hand on her shoulders, raising her upper body, crashing her back to his chest, breathing heavily into her ear, whispering broken words filled with desire and promises both can't share, his hand again finding her sex, Regina whimpers and turns his head to her, kissing him deeply, invading his mouth, her tongue stroking against his practically in time with his thrusts.
And suddenly everything is blurring again, a second orgasm building inside her so quickly she can barely register what's happening when her juices gush forward, squirting all over the bed sheets, wetting her legs and his hand.
The guttural moan coming from behind her comes at the same time he pushes her forward and pounds her so fast and so hard the bed squeaks and Regina screams, rocking her hips yet again in time with his deep thrusts until he shouts to the night, gripping her hips tightly, leaving the mark of his fingertips on her skin and the warmth of his seed dribbling down her thighs when he finally pulls out before collapsing onto her back
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"That was incredible," David pants above her. He's practically crushing her against the bed, but Regina doesn't care at all. He's so solid and big she actually feels safe like this. He pulls her hair aside and lands a tender kiss at the base of her neck, sighing in obvious contentment. "Thank you!"
Regina tries to shift away from him, but he only rolls them over, the wet sheets forgotten when she looks at his beautiful blue eyes.
"What are you thanking me for?"
"For being amazing and letting me in," he begins and tries to elaborate his thoughts, but Regina knows he'll insist again that this could be something else.
"You know this will never be something other than sex," she cuts him off before he even begins.
"I wasn't going to say that," he replies indignantly, glaring at her with fire in his eyes.
"You would… eventually," she clarifies, feeling like at some point this relationship is going to collapse and she'll be left alone again. "Besides, you are very well married."
"I may be, but it doesn't matter when it's not meaningful anymore," he tells weakly. "But don't worry, I was actually going to say that I was thanking you for letting me in and give me the opportunity to have a few hours daily far from the burden of being perfect," he got up and pulled his pants on. "But if you prefer, we may stop this."
Regina panics since this is not what she wants, especially because she suddenly realizes he's too important to let him go. Her fears should not prevail, not now.
"Wait, what are you doing?"
"Leaving," he replies coldly, neck still sporting the hickey she gave him as soon as they got in the bedroom.
"You don't have to," she tries, hoping he would listen.
"I don't want to, but you clearly want me to leave, so I'm leaving," his voice breaks. She realizes he's developing feeling he shouldn't develop, but she also realizes that her panic is a sign that she is trailing the same path. Oh, damn!
"I don't want you to leave," she replies softly, looking up to see him standing in front of her fully clothed. "I need you to stay for as long as you can."
"But we can't have a future together, and you only like this because it means you have regular sex," his voice is now bitter and hurt. She's an idiot.
"We can't have a future now, and I like this because the sex is fantastic and absolutely exciting every time, but it's not only that," she tells him, turning his face to her, putting a hand over his cheek before saying the one thing he never thought he'd hear from her.
"I need you more than just for the sex," she begins, swallowing her and choosing her words carefully. "You're my friend, my lover and the only person in this goddamn town who's not throwing my past at my face at every single opportunity," she speaks quickly and he almost loses the meaning of her words.
"This is much more than just the sex?"
"It was always more than that," she confesses, shielding her heart for the certain rejection.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks in complete awe.
"Because I know you're not going to end your marriage for me, besides I don't want that to happen. What we have is more than enough for me," she explains and expects him to turn his back and never come back.
"I'm a coward once I don't have the balls to end my marriage, but I'm also the luckiest dude in the world," he smiles down at her, swiping her of her feet and holding her to his chest, her legs circling around his waist as she loves to do when he comes to her house late in the night.
"Why?"
"Because I found the only person who means the world to me and who's just confessed that what we have is more than just physical attraction. I think you have given me a lot of reasons to stop pretending I care about this bloody marriage," he declares and walks straight until he's pressing her small frame against the bedroom's door.
"I may have given you these reasons, but I don't want you to act," she tells him and he frowns, confused by her intentions when she just smirks at him. "I don't want to lose the thrill of having Snow White's husband fucking me. C'mon, dear, this is more exciting than chasing a dragon, you know it!" She smiles heartily, kissing him with everything she has, leaving him breathless and happy.
"Well, as long as I get to fuck the Evil Queen for the rest of my days, I'm happy."
"So we have a deal, no break ups," she extends her hand to him, smiling fondly at her gorgeous lover.
"And no denying me," he adds.
Regina smiles and grinds herself to him, finding him hard yet again before she waves her hand to get rid of his clothes. They don't care about the party downstairs for another hour. And when they show up with the most innocent look in their eyes, discussing what could be done to enhance the security of Storybrooke now that they have time to breathe and live normally.
Snow smiles and kisses her husband, holding him close while David winks at Regina and mouths a proposal to her.
"I meet you tomorrow at your office; lunch time."
"Deal!" She mouths back, heading to the living room.
She takes a glass of wine, grinning like an idiot upon realizing that, even after the oddly emotional conversation she had with David, she never really let the Evil Queen go for good.
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