Page 16 of The Mrs. Clause
Her nipples had small pasties attached to them, candy canes that jingled with little bells hung from the tips.
"You like?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips and dipping this way and that to show off. The tinkle of the bells drove me wild.
"Come here." I barely recognized the demand as my own. My body felt like steel, my cock thick and heavy, ready to fuck her, ready to claim this sexy vixen as my own. I wanted to mark her, jerk my cock until I came over her glorious tits, suck her skin until everyone could see how much I wanted her.
She swayed towards me, Eve tempting Adam to sin, a Madonna ready to give up her virgin Mary title.
"On your knees."
She paused, eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise. I waited, watching her make a decision. She closed the distance between us, helping me remove my coat and hanging it on the hooks in the entry. I watched her walk away from me. Leather wrapped around her waist and hips, straps cutting across both butt cheeks, emphasizing the abundance of her curves.
Patience, Nicholas.
It took everything in me to keep my feet planted.
Returning, Collins flicked her head, sending curls bouncing.
"You done?" I asked, injecting boredom I didn't feel into my tone.
She smiled, immediately dropping to her knees and crawling like a panther the last few inches to me.
Think about debt or your grandmother or-
Collins reached for my pants and with excruciating slowness unbuckled my belt, pulling it free in one smooth move.
She hesitated, sliding the leather through her palm, looking up at me shyly. "Do you want to use this on me?"
My cock, already brutally hard, jerked. The memory of that one time I'd lost control briefly invaded my thoughts, using my belt to bind her hands, the explosion of kinky need that had resulted from exploring this one fantasy.
"Hand it to me," I told her, holding a hand out.
Her cheeks flushed, her pulse fluttering at her throat. She laid it in my hand, letting me take it and roll it slowly around one of my hands, like a fighter readying himself before a bout.
"I believe I gave you an order, Mrs. Claus."
She blinked, her mouth dropping open. "But I thought-"
I tutted, cutting her off. Leaning down, I grazed the hand wrapped in leather gently across her cheek. "I need your mouth, Tesoro."
She shuddered, her body flushing all over. "Yes, sir."
She reached forward, unbuttoning my dress pants and inching my zip down. My cock, turgid and aching, strained against the fabric of my briefs. I waited, allowing her to pull down my pants just far enough to allow her to free my cock.
The bells jingled and the candy canes swayed on her nipples with her movements. I wanted to reach down and tease those pasties but I kept still and bided my time. The fact she wore nothing but strips of leather, her glorious skin on display while I remained mostly dressed added to the heat of the moment. I knew she enjoyed it, reveling in the dichotomy of our situation. My refusal to touch her seemed to add to her pleasure.
Leaning forward, Collins hesitated for one brief moment before fisting the base of my cock and leaning down to wrap her mouth around me.
Hot. Wet. Fucking incredible.
Collins' mouth was everything I remembered and more. She stroked my length with her tongue, flicking playfully at the underside of my crown, pulling curses from me as I stared down at her.
“Fuck. Jesus. Fuck. Christ. Fuck. Yes.” I reached down, fisting her long hair, pulling it back to allow me better viewing.
Collins wrapped her lips tight around me, taking me as deep as she could. My eyes rolled back in my head as words spilled from my mouth, praising her, worshipping her, demanding she give me everything.
“Yes, Tesoro!” I groaned, encouraging her to suck me deeper, harder. “Take it. Take me. Take everything.”
It took every piece of will power I possessed to stop my hips from thrusting my aching cock down her throat. My body wanted nothing more than to fuck her mouth until all she knew was me.
