Page 21 of The Selkie Santa

She smirked. “Good job we’re friends again.”

Before he could answer, she sank down on her knees, right in front of his crotch.

“Come here,” she ordered, a pin already between her teeth. Noah shuffled forward.

“We might need to put a dart in either side.” She was staring at his crotch, eyes narrowed.

Noah groaned silently. Her fingertips danced around the waistband, cool little flutters on his hot skin. She pleated theexcess material in one hand, drew a pin out of her mouth and stuck it in. Did the same on the other side.

“Come closer. I can’t get a good grip.”

Holy fucking gods in heaven.

And then she yanked his hips forward. “Way too big. You could practically fit another selkie in here.”

Noah felt the telltale tingle in his balls, the squeezing of the skin around his cock, which could only mean one thing…

With those pretty fingers working so close to his nether regions, there was no stopping his cock from wanting to party.

He bit his lip, rolled his eyes to the ceiling and gritted his teeth, trying not to react to the feather light touch of her fingertips… until her hand brushed his zipper, and his cock lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.

Holy hell demons, had she done that on purpose?

“Ooops, sorry,” she murmured huskily.

“Harper… I think you’d better give that… er, a break,” Noah gritted out. “For maybe a minute or two.”

He placed his big selkie hands on her shoulders and tried to raise her to her feet.

But she just gazed up at him out of those baby blues, all innocent—and not at all innocent, at the same time.

And stayed right there on her knees, the little witch.

He watched her hands hovering close to the zipper of his Santa pants. There was no hiding the fact his cock was now tenting the red velvet material.

She narrowed her eyes, a sudden wicked intent written all over her face.

“Maybe there’s other ways to make these fit better…” she mused, and then her fingers were very slowly unzipping his pants.

“Oh Harps—” he croaked.

That seemed enough encouragement for her hand to sneak inside those damn pants and wrap around his rock-hard rod. Noah let out a groan as his hips snapped forward.

With an answering moan, she freed his cock and gave a little gasp at the sight of it, hard and ridged, like the best Selkie cock out there, the slit already leaking pre-cum. “Oh Noah,” she sighed, then with a little hum she bent her head and ran her pink tongue along it from root to tip.

Noah’s hips snapped again, harder this time, his thighs and butt tightening as she rolled her tongue over the oozing head of his cock and then put her lips around it and gently sucked.

Somehow, he resisted the urge to splay a big hand in her hair and pull her head deeper onto him.

Somehow, the gods only knew how, he got a hold of himself.

Because… This wasn’t how he’d envisaged it between them the first time, glorious though it was.

“Harps. No. Please stop,” he growled and tugged her up.

Her eyes clouded with uncertainty as he brought her up to standing. “You don’t like it?”

“I do, more than you can imagine, but?—”

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