Page 13 of Santa's Coming

“Baby,” I pant. I’m sweating from the heat of the fire and the heat of this moment.

She takes me deep, and I stare at the ceiling, continuing to accept that this fantasy is actually playing out. I remind myself to send the social media team a Christmas bonus. I don’t know when I would have ever gotten the nerve to talk to her. Now she’s bobbing on my cock and making me feel like I’m about to explode. Swirling her tongue on my tip, we lock eyes. She is such a naughty girl, and I fucking love it.

“I’m about to come,” I say breathily.

“Do it.” She pauses. “On my stomach.”

Her bold request is a delightful surprise, and the nasty idea makes my heart pound.

“Lie back,” I demand, and palm myself.

Straddling her, I admire every inch of her exposed body, giving myself a few final, decisive strokes. She squeezes my thighs and ass, and I release all fucking over her. Her chest, her stomach, the carpet. I’ve never come this hard. It’s even more intense than if I was inside her. Well, maybe not. Hopefully, I will find out.

“What a merry mess!” I chuckle, and she playfully swats my arm at the pun. “Where’s your kitchen? I’ll clean this up.”

“I got it. Don’t—”

“Let me.”

She points toward a door, and I venture through her home naked. The song “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” plays in my head, and I’m relieved her son isn’t here. As I locate the soap and a couple of dish towels, a grin is glued on my face, reminiscing over the past hour. I’ve always wanted to role-play like this, though I’ve never gotten the chance. My ex had hangups she was never able to resolve.

But Emily, she’s adventurous, spontaneous, and so beautiful in every way. She’s already driven me crazier than any other woman before her. Not that there have been a lot. Just a handful of hot nights since the breakup. I want this and her to be more than that. She’s a chance at something profound.

I wipe up my mess on her body, etching every detail of the scandalous scene into my memory. After addressing the carpet, she slinks back on top of me, asserting her dominance. But not this time. With a swift motion, I flip her beneath me.

“Be a good girl for Santa,” I command, drawing her leg over my shoulder, kissing her knee, and tracing slow circles on her clit.

“Condom,” she prompts, reaching for the box.

I normally wouldn’t be able to go again this quickly, but hearing her saycondomsends all the blood in my body south.

The box is just out of her reach, and I grab it. Swiftly opening it, I take out a condom and roll it on. There’s a side of me that wants to wait until she knows the real me in a battle with another part that senses my life is about to change.

She notices my pause. “Why do I always have to beg you?” she sasses.

With a smirk, I slowly enter. She’s a gift in every sense, the most exquisite one I’ve ever received. I’ve never wanted to be inside someone so badly. I need it, and with every inch deeper, my thrill turns hotter.

She squirms uncomfortably, and I freeze. “Everything all right?”

“So big,” she gasps.

I raise my brow, unable to hide how much I love that she thinks that.

She pulls me by the lip with her teeth, then kisses me like I’ve never been kissed. I want it. All of it. I could lose myself. I could find myself. While exploring her, I’m also claiming her. Everything about this woman is all mine, at least for tonight. She drags her fingernails down my back, and fuck, do I want her to maul me. I dig my hands into her long, brown hair, lightly pulling in response.

“Yes,” she pants heavily. Sweet baby Jesus, she feels like heaven yet is so, so wicked. She pulls my hair hard, tilts my chin up, and teases her tongue along my lips.

Her lip and body start quivering, and I know she’s close. She’s whimpering and swearing at me in the sexiest way. I rest my forehead against hers, fucking in long strokes. I try to hold out. I keep going until I feel her quake around my cock. The sensation takes me over the edge, and I release so fucking hard I pray the condom can handle the load.

We pant for seconds or minutes. Time is a concept too complex for the moment. Regaining my stamina, I roll Emily on all fours, our playful dynamic still alive in the charged air.

“You have been a naughty girl, flirting with Santa,” I say with a light spank, the sound echoing our playful charade. “Distracting Santa from all the other homes.” Another teasing swat follows, her giggle reverberating through me. As I reach for another condom, my mind can’t help but admire her, every curve a landscape of desire. “You’ve also been a nice girl, making Santa happy and giving me this body.”

On all fours, she looks back at me; her gaze heated. Her eyes are challenging me. I’m going to fuck her like my life depends on it. At this moment, our connection feels deeper than just physical—it’s as if we are communicating on a level beyond words.

“Emily, baby,” I murmur as I enter her again, my hands finding a firm hold on her hips. I’m completely taken by her; every sensation magnified. Leaning down, I bite her shoulder gently, and her reaction is immediate—a tense, sharp intake of breath. “My naughty, little elf.” I chuckle, but it’s laughter filled with affection as I slowly start to move, building a rhythm that mirrors the beating of our hearts.

“Oh my God,” she exclaims, her body tensing under my touch, and instinctively, I pause, concern momentarily replacing desire.

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