Page 28 of Santa's Baby

He gestures for me to lead the way.

I feel his attention burning into my back as I sway my hips up the stairs.

He sits in the chair and pats his knee. “And how about you, little one? What would you like for Christmas?”

I perch on his thigh, my skirt riding high, my legs swinging between his. His hand is warm and sure in the small of my back, and he’s smiling at me indulgently. It occurs to me that I already have everything I want for Christmas.

“It can be anything you want,” he prompts. “Maybe something sparkly?”

He’s clearly leading me to a more grown-up variation on my boyfriend wish from years ago. Deep down, Ford is very sweet.

I, on the other hand, am focused on being a pervert. “Actually, Santa, I was hoping you might teach me how to give a proper blow job.”

He groans. “Yes, baby. I’ll show you anything you want.”

I slide to my knees, kneeling in front of him. He unzips his pants.

His cock is thick already and growing in front of my eyes.

“Put your hands on me.” His voice is low and private, even though we’re all alone. “Start stroking as you think about what you want to taste first.”

I wiggle closer, doing as he says, and then I lean in and lick the slit at the tip, where I sucked him for a moment the night before. For as hard as he is—solid, heavy, and long—his erection has a velvety softness to it, too, and up close, it’s really beautiful. I lick again, my tongue flat and broad, getting used to the unique taste of him. It fills my senses, a delicate earthy note that makes my thighs flex and my pussy warm.

“Is this okay?” I ask as I swirl my tongue around to the base of his crown.

“Oh baby, you’re doing just fine. A little too fine, maybe. Playing with fire.” He gathers my hair in one hand, holding it behind my head—gently but firmly holding me still. “I like the little licks. You can do that as long as you want. But when you’re ready, I want you to open up and see how much of me you can take in that pretty little mouth.”

“Yeah?”

He nods. “Let me teach you how I like it.”

I open for him, and he feeds me his cock, sliding it over my tongue, making my lips stretch around him.

He’s bigger like this, somehow, and it’s hard to breathe around the girth of him, but there’s a thrill of success when I figure it out. Breathe, suck, breathe, suck—and then I taste him, a burst of an incredible flavor, and I know he’s dripping for me. His hands tighten in my hair, his thighs clench, and his abs are twisting in my peripheral vision.

This may be my first blow job, but I am rapidly bringing this giant of a man to pieces.

It’s a heady thrill.

“Santa likes to fuck your mouth, too. Can I try that, baby? Can you hold still for me?”

I nod, and his hands shift, holding my face as he pumps in and out of me.

“Oh, Neely, your sweet mouth feels so good. Fuck, I’m going to come.” He tries to pull out, and I stop him, sucking him back into my mouth as he shouts out that I’m a good girl, a bad girl, his girl, ohfuck.

My pulse races as he unloads on my tongue, thrilled at the secret naughtiness of it, and then it’s a lot, suddenly.

“Push your tongue against my cock and swallow,” he urges. “Then you won’t taste it as much.”

I gulp it down, then pull off him, gasping for air.

He pulls me into his lap, wiping the corners of my mouth and kissing me as he heaps praise on me again. “That was so fucking hot. You wanted to learn, and then you were a natural.”

He turns me around so I’m splayed in his lap, my back to his front, and he tugs up my dress roughly. “It was so hard to watch you parade around in this little white dress all day, knowing the sweet cunt that was just out of view.” A groan rips out of him as he slides his hand into my tights and discovers I wasn’t wearing panties all day, either. “Neely.”

“Yes, Daddy?”

“You’re a very naughty elf.”

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