Page 16 of Silent Night

She moans around my cock, the vibrations creating bliss like none other. I dip inside her, and then out, petting her clit. I repeat the rotation a few times until her hips angle toward me, and she becomes twitchy and unable to stay still.

“Gonna come, sweet girl? Can’t let stepbrother hear you, so be sure to keep sucking.” I dip my fingers in farther, urging her orgasm, eager to feel her moaning around me. “Come, Hayley. Come for me.”

She does instantly, as though the command helped her along. Her cry is muffled by my cock, but she releases me still, unable to focus on the overwhelming bliss and her sucking. Her nails dig into my hip before she remembers to flatten them, keeping her hand still as her silent safe word. I don’t mind her scratches though. Hell, I crave her marks. Something of hers I can take with me.

I go to pull out of her, but she grasps my waist with her free hand and sucks me down harder, lightly biting down to tell me she wants me to remain inside her. Fucking happily.

I reach for her again, lightly tapping my hand on her wet core, but with a noise, she presses her thighs together and bends them away from me before pulling her mouth away temporarily to murmur, “Too sensitive.”

She takes me back down her throat, and as much as I wanted to seeher come a few more times, it’s a damn honour I’ve tapped her out. That I’ve given her enough pleasure.

When her teeth graze me again, I make it known I’m not in the mood for playing. Not now, when I’m so close to the edge. I reach down and grasp her hair, keeping her head at the precise angle I want. After double checking her hand is still in place on my hip if she needs to tap out, I thrust into her mouth, making her momentarily cough.

“You okay?”

She nods, so I take it as an invitation, and, keeping her hair tight in my grip, push down her throat, pulling back to the tip, and repeating. I set a pace she keeps up with, her legs falling open again.

“You take me so good, Hayley. So fuckinggood. Getting dirty by the stranger breaking into your house is one of many bad ideas you’ve had.”

It’s the sight of her pink pussy, her mouth around my length, her tongue flicking the underside of my head that drives me over the edge.

As much as I’d love to come down her throat, I pull out of her, using the grip I have on her hair to push her off me when she fights to stay latched. I stroke my cock, first reaching over to grab the pile of tinsel that’s long fallen off her and tossing it back onto her chest.

I come in streams of white, landing on her chest, marking her in a primal way I’ve never felt with another woman. It makes the tinsel stick to her skin, my perfect dirty little Christmas gift. I can now leave her, knowing I’ve placed my mark of possession on her skin.

Once my breathing regulates again, I reach down to stroke through my cum, gathering a bit on my index finger before presenting it to her. She opens her mouth immediately, sucking the digit with the same effort she did my cock, cleaning me with a sparkle to her eyes.

I step back and stare down, intending to imprint this night onto my memory. Tomorrow, I vow, I’m leaving this town for good. I’ve gotten what I needed, so getting away from her is key. Already, it’s becoming too late.

She lies, limp on her bed, a delicious, dirty mess. All done byme. Herhead falls to the side and a sleepy smile spreads across her face, her sigh a tribute to her exhaustion.

“I’ll get you something to clean up.” Not sure how, considering it means lingering in the bathroom where her stepbrother could easily find me.

“Don’t,” she mumbles, stretching a hand toward me. “Stay.”

“I can’t, sweet girl.” I wait until her hand drops listless to the bed beside her before helping her onto her pillow. If she won’t allow me to clean her, at least I can get her comfortable. Once she’s in position, I bend, brushing sweaty strands off her face before kissing her long and deep, taking the taste of her with me. “Merry Christmas, Hayley.”

Thank you for making this the greatest Christmas I’ve ever had, and probably ever will.

I make it to the door, only stopping when she mumbles my name. Hand on the knob, I twist around. “Will you return tomorrow?”

“I’m no good for you, Hayley. Trust me. If you really knew me, you wouldn’t want me in your life. Not only are we from opposite sides of the tracks, but our tracks aren’t even in the same country.”

Before she can respond, I slip from her bedroom, rush down the stairs, and take off into the night.

I madeit to the edge of town before turning around and going back to her house.

I get it now. People’s greed. Because I’m fuckinggreedyfor her.

Before I realize what I’m doing, it’s mid-afternoon on Christmas Day, and I’m knocking on her front door, as though I was an invited guest. Which, for the sake of her stepbrother, is exactly what I’ll be.

The door swings open and my sweet girl fills the doorway. Her mouth slips open—a mouth I’ve been reliving all night—and her hands knot in her oversized green, knit sweater. She looks so cozy in it. Leggingscling to the legs I’m still recalling around my head, and adorable, fuzzy tan slippers adorn her feet.

“What—” As fast as she starts, her stepbrother appears scowling behind her, standing much too close in my opinion.

“Who areyou?”

“Saint.” I stretch my hand toward him, pretending to be someone with manners. “Hayley’s boyfriend. She invited me here since it’s only you two for the holidays.”

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