Gangster Cinderella

Side Story Nine:🍋What's in the Box?🍋

Mikey and I just got back to our penthouse from a fantastic Christmas dinner. Our little dog, Manji is there to excitedly greet us. I pick him up and pepper his small face with kisses while Mikey leaves the hallway and head towards our bedroom. Feeling curious, I put Manji down and follow after him.

I call out to him, "You feeling alright baby?"

I see him with his back turned to me as he rummages through our closet, "Yeah I'm fine. Just wanted to give you something."

"Can it wait till tomorrow?" I ask, sitting at the edge of our bed.

"I'm afraid it can't."

He's standing in front of me holding a box. I look at the box with mild suspicion, "What is it?"

"Open it~"

I take the lid off and I find his dick in a box; he had cut a hole in the box and put his hardened cock inside. Suddenly, My Dick in a Box is playing on our speakers. I find myself giggling at the old SNL reference.

"God I love you." I tell him before I yank the box off his cock and toss it aside.

"I love you too. Now, take this gift~" 

He pushes me down on the bed and kisses me with rough passion. His hands set to work with removing my form fitting dress, while I start unbuttoning his white collared shirt. He plants himself in between my legs as he pins me down against the bed. Once our cloth barriers are gone, I flip him over and end up on top.

"I think I should decide how I want to use this..." I give his cock a long teasing stroke, "gift~"  

"Oh do you now~" he grins at me.

I straddle his hips and hover my wet pussy over his hardened dick, "Yes I do."

Slowly I sheath him inside of me; I groan as I feel myself slowly slide down his cock. He bites his bottom lip and moans as I impale myself on his dick. I breathe a sigh before rolling and grinding my hips against his; delicious and deep moans escape his mouth as I pleasure myself on top of him.

"F-fuck Chieko..." he mutters under his breath as I ride him.

I sensually rub and touch my hands across his muscular chest as I enjoy every single inch of him. He has my hips in a vice grip before he has me bouncing on his dick. Sitting up, he starts to lick and swirl his tongue around my nipple. I tangle my fingers into his hair and lightly tug; he moans before going back to lightly bite on my nipple.

"So sensitive~" I tease him.

He pouts at me before flipping me over to where he's on top, "I'll show you sensitive." 

He hoists my legs onto his shoulders so that he can have better access to my g-spot. "M-Mikey! Faster!" I moan loudly.

He rams his cock deeper inside me with impressive speed. All sorts of embarrassing noises escape my lips; much to the obvious delight of Mikey.

"Who's sensitive now?" He asks with a wicked smirk as I fall apart beneath him. I struggle to answer, too distracted by my own pleasure. He slaps my ass. "Answer me when I ask you a question. Are you sensitive because of daddy's cock?" He pounds into me to emphasize every syllable that falls from his sinfully sweet lips.

"I'm sensitive, daddy! I'm a sensitive slut for this cock!" I answer weakly between moans and gasps.

He seductively licks his lips, "Good girl." Quickly he pulls out and flips me over onto my knees. I whine at the absence of his cock and I can hear him chuckle lowly at this, "So needy~ you've been a good girl and it's Christmas so I should just give you your gift already."

He has my arms behind my back in a vice grip; he yanks me by my wrists to force himself in deeper. "Oh fuck! Mikey!" I practically scream as he forces his way in deeper.

He releases one of my wrists and reaches around to grab one of my bouncing tits. His hand gropes and pinches my nipple between his fingers as he continues to pound a way inside of me. I begin to near my limit from not only the over stimulus but also from all the positions he just took me in. I tighten around his dick as his tip pokes and prods at my sweet spot. Mikey's thrusts begin to turn sloppy, telling me that he's nearing his end as well. Both of his hand hold on tightly to my hips for a couple more thrust before he shoots his load inside of me. I cum soon after from the impact of him painting my walls white.

We pass out next to each other in a sweaty mess; our heavy breathing is the only thing we can hear in the still silence. Mikey inches closer to me and lazily rests his head on one of my boobs. I smile and comb my fingers through his recently dyed black hair.

"Are we even going to be able to get up tomorrow?" I ask, unable to feel my legs.

"Fuck and we have to have dinner with your sister tomorrow. Damn it." He whines.

"Worst case scenario we spend most of the day in bed watching Christmas movies and ordering take out." I poke his cheek, "Baby, get the blankets."

"You get them..."

I pinch his cheek, "Do I need to remind you who's idea this was for a Christmas present?"

"Ow ow owwww! Fine, I'll try to reach for the blanket but if I fall off the bed you at least have to help me up." I watch as he feebly reaches over the bed for our discarded blankets and pulls them around us. He wraps an arm around me and says, "Merry Christmas love."

I smile and kiss him, "Merry Christmas, Mikey."

A/N: feel free to blame Justin Timberlake and Saturday Night Live for the inspiration. And sorry it's late. Holidays were busy.