Page 12 of Santa's Pretty Helper

“What’s your fantasy, little one?” he asks, his voice low and raspy, his eyes locked onto the camera. It feels like he’s looking right at me, and my breath hitches in my throat. I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

Gabe chuckles, and I turn my attention to the chat.

Iluvsnowballs: you are. Ur fucking sexy

A pang of possessive jealousy shoots right through me, hot and fast, but then it melts into something else. Something dirtier and hotter. Gabe isn’t mine, but even if he was, the idea of others watching him, getting off to him is hot. Like, inferno levels of hot.

“Thank you, baby. You want to see more? You know what to do.” He winks at the camera. Good lord, he knows what he’s doing. I’ve watched enough porn, seen enough cam shows to know that he’s very, very good at this.

A few tips roll in, and he flicks open the button of his worn jeans, then slides his hands over his abs, his chest, and back down to the waistband of his jeans. The corner of his mouth quirks up before he slowly, s-l-o-w-l-y undoes the zipper of his jeans.

Oh. My. God. I’m going to combust. I’m going to die. I cannot believe what I’m watching right now.

I swallow, my throat completely dry. I’m wet and aching, my heart a throb in my chest.

“Is this what you want to see?” he asks, his voice so deliciously low that it makes me shiver. He shifts again, absflexing, and his jeans slip down an inch. I couldn’t look away if my apartment was on fire.

Gabe smirks again, and that twist of his lips does something to my insides, making me squirm and press my thighs together. He slides his hand into his jeans, and I hum, vibrating with anticipation. He chuckles again, low and deep, and it’s as though he’s responding directly to my excitement. My stomach twists itself into knots as I remind myself to breathe.

On screen, his breath hitches, his eyes flutter closed, and he bites his lip. My entire body is throbbing, aching, my breath coming in short gasps. I’ve never felt like this before. I’m no stranger to being turned on, but this…god, it almost hurts.

Gabe’s jeans slide lower, revealing the defined V of his hips, and I can see a shadowy hint of pubic hair. He’s not wearing any underwear. I swallow thickly, my eyes burning from how little I’ve been blinking.

I hold my breath as he lifts his hips and pushes the denim down his thighs.

Seven

Bella

“Holy shit,” I whisper, pressing my fingers to my lips. Gabe’s cock is hard and gorgeous. And huge. Thick and long and with a vein running up the side that I want to lick. I want to suck on the flared mushroom head, want to cup his balls in my hands and make him moan as he teaches me exactly how to make him feel good. How to make him come.

I stare at his gorgeous cock, my clit throbbing, my breathing ragged. I ache in a way that I’ve never ached before.

He drizzles a bit of lube onto his cock, and I moan at the sight. I’m lost as he wraps his big hand around himself and starts to stroke slowly. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I can do is feel as my body responds to the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

“You like this?” he murmurs, his voice low and raspy. “You like watching me touch myself?”

I nod, even though I know he can’t see me. Yes, I like it. I fucking love it. I cup my wet pussy over top of my leggings, rubbing slowly. I can feel how warm and wet I am through the fabric. I’m soaked. Aching and empty.

Gabe starts to move his hand a little faster, and I can’t stop myself from slipping my hand under my leggings and into my soaked panties. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this wet before. I’m hot and slippery, and it feels so damn good as I circle my fingers around my swollen clit.

“Fuck, I’m so hard tonight,” Gabe growls, stroking himself with long, hard pulls. He thrusts up into his fist and I whimper at the sight, imagining what he’d look like thrusting into me. The sound of Gabe’s moans fills my bedroom as my hand moves in time with his, stroking my clit as he works his cock. I’m breathing hard, my heart pounding, my clit throbbing. I’m making an absolute mess in my panties.

Tips start rolling in, the sound of notifications echoing through my laptop speakers. Gabe smirks, his eyes dark. “You’re all so generous tonight,” he murmurs. “We’ve already reached our goal.” I glance down into the bottom left corner of the screen, where performers will often put a goal for the show. Gabe’s goal tonight is a simple one: cum show. That means if he reaches a certain tip threshold, he’ll come on screen.

Yes. Please.

I’m already so close, my body tensing almost to the point of pain as I rub my clit in fast, firm circles. Gabe puts more lube on his cock and then starts to stroke himself faster than before, his fist twisting slightly on the upstroke. “Is this what you want to see?” he growls. “You want to see me come for you?”

I nod again, powerless to do anything but respond to his voice. Yes, I want to see him come, more than anything. Well, almost anything. More than anything, I wish he was actually here in my bedroom, stroking that big cock before sliding it inside me and taking my virginity.

He groans loudly, his head falling back, his eyes closing. His hand moves faster, his hips thrusting up. His balls are hard and tight and I moan at the sight of Gabe coming undone. I rubfaster, my fingers moving in tight circles around my throbbing clit.

“Fuck,” Gabe groans, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I can see his balls pulse as he starts to come, erupting onto his hand, splashing onto his stomach.

The sight of Gabe coming pushes me over the edge, and I come. Hard. So hard that my vision fades around the edges and I forget to breathe. Waves of intense pleasure wash over me, my body shaking as I keep toying with my sensitive clit. I don’t take my eyes off of Gabe, watching as he strokes his cock a few more times, making another spurt of come drip out.

I slow my movements, pressing my fingers against my overly sensitive clit. I’m tingling and feel all floaty with my release. I flop back against my pillows, unable to wrap my mind around what I just watched.

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