Page 8 of Jingle Devil

A shiver runs down my spine and I manage to nod.

“What’s that, baby girl? I couldn’t hear you.” His hand caresses up my arm and across my shoulder before it closes around my throat. It squeezes. Not enough to choke me, but enough that there’s no mistaking who owns who at this very second.

My core clenches and my wetness drips down the inside of my thigh. “Yes,” I whisper. “I want you to fuck me where everyone can see.”

“You want them to know I own that pussy?”

“Oh, God yes.”

He gives my neck another squeeze, runs both hands over my shoulders, down my back, and grips my hips. “Bend over, baby girl.”

I back up a step, arch my back and bend over, resting my palms on the window. Mick unzips his pants and then there’s a crinkle of foil. My heart races and my skin feels like it’s charged with electricity. He gave me the best orgasm of my life with his mouth, and I can’t wait to see what his dick can do. Especially since I felt it in the office yesterday. I’ve been thinking about that one-eyed monster for the past thirty-six hours.

A moan escapes my lips as the head of his dick glides through my slick folds. Back and forth. Rubbing my clit. Circling my entrance. Then back at my clit.

“Mick…”

“Fuck, baby girl.” Mick winds a hand in my hair and pulls my head back as he slides into me.

First an inch. Then another. He moves forward until he buries himself in my core, filling me up with his thick cock. My hand curls into a fist against the glass, and I bite my bottom lip to keep from filling his penthouse up with my moans. Mick pulls back and then plunges forward. His hand tightens in my hair, and he thrusts in and out of me, fucking me at a punishing pace.

My core clenches around his dick, and my tits bounce with every slap of his hips. I keep my gaze on the crowd below, hopping from bar to bar, to celebrate Christmas Eve. They’re having their green and red cocktails, passing the time until Santa makes his journey, while I’m having a different kind of cock. Right in front of them.

Mick forces my head back even more and wraps his other hand back around my throat. He leans over me, the front of his jacket dragging on my backside. My pussy flutters and he increases his pace, growling in my ear. “You like that, baby girl? Your pussy was made for me. Feels so fucking good.”

I don’t respond. I can’t. I can only whimper and moan as his hand tightens around my neck. He unwinds his hand from my hair and reaches around my hips to strum my clit with his fingers. I smack the window. I push back against him. I ride his hand while he fucking wrecks my pussy. My whole body tightens and quivers. Shakes and trembles. Mick’s name is a whimper as he drives my body to a place of pure pleasure and then throws me over the edge.

Stars burst before my eyes, and Mick grunts and moans. His thrusts speed up before he bucks and stills behind me.

My chest heaves as I struggle to catch my breath. Mick’s lips graze my shoulder and the middle of my back, following his trail with his hands, smoothing them over my skin. He slips from me, and I brush my fingertips across the glass before I stand.

His arms go around my torso, and he holds me to his still tux covered body. I sigh and relax into his embrace.

“Twas the night before Christmas, and I fucked my assistant in my house. My dick is no longer stirring… I’ve got nothing that rhymes with house and mouse doesn’t sound right.”

“Nice try, Saint Mick.” I chuckle and kick off my heels. “I think that’s an automatic addition to the naughty list.”

He presses his lips to my temple. “I’m pretty sure what we just did gets us both on the naughty list. Come on, baby girl, let’s go to bed. I’m not quite done with you yet.”

I smile even though my stomach twists. Not done with me yet. But he will be done with me soon. By the time the sun rises, and Santa makes his way back to the North Pole, I’ll be back at home alone with nothing but the memory of what he felt like between my thighs.

SIX

Mick

I now have two addictions this holiday season: white peppermint mochas and Tessa.

There is, however, a big difference between the two. When Christmas ends, I will revert to my traditional black coffee and say goodbye to the mochas. As for Tessa… My time with her is only beginning. I want to take her to dinner, buy her flowers, watch Netflix and chill, and spend New Year’s Eve with her bouncing up and down on my cock.

And perhaps explore other places she’ll let me fuck her. I’m not just talking about the backdoor, but physical places. The look on her face when she thought someone might be able to see her through the one-way glass. Fucking priceless. I almost came in my pants. I’ve never been one for exhibition, but if it makes Tessa come harder than a freight train on my cock, then I’m in.

“Are you coming in?” Tessa asked, her voice shy and tentative over the sounds of the shower.

I know this is new for the both of us, but I want her to be comfortable here. Comfortable with me.

“I’ll be right in.” Very quickly, I shuck my tux, draping it on top of the bathroom counter, and step into the shower. The air is humid, and steam rises from the soft curves of her body. Tessa at work is beautiful. Tessa naked is fucking exquisite. So, I do what I hope to do everyday for as long as she’ll let me. I pause, and let my eyes roam her body, worshiping her with a look before I take a step forward, intent on exploring her body with my hands next.

Tessa turns as I approach her, a timid smile on her face, and a glob of ivory soap shining in her hand. “Can I wash you?”

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