Page 17 of Santa's Pretty Helper

“Fuck,” I breathe, my voice low and rough. “I wish it was you touching me like this. I wish it was your hand stroking my aching cock.”

I slip my hand inside my boxers and pull my cock out. I’m rock hard and leaking precum. I spread it around with my thumb, using it as lubrication as I start to pump my fist up and down in long, slow strokes.

“I bet you’d be so fucking good at this,” I say, groaning as I slide my thumb over the sensitive spot on the underside of my cock. “You’d be so sweet and eager to please, wouldn’t you? You’d look up at me with those fucking gorgeous green eyes, wanting to know if you’re doing a good job.”

I can picture it in excruciating detail—Bella on her knees in front of me, her lips parted, eyes dark with lust and excitement. I groan again, my hips lifting slightly off the chair as I fuck into my fist.

“You’d be such a good girl for me, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” I say, my voice a desperate growl. “You’d take my cock so deep in your little mouth that you’d choke on it. And you’re such a good fucking girl that you’d let me fuck your mouth, let me use you for my pleasure.”

Sweat beads along my hairline, and my heart is crashing around in my chest.

“And when I come,” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper now, “you’d swallow every last drop, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”

I’m lost in it now, this fantasy of Bella. My hand isn’t enough. I need more. I need to sink into this and really make it count because I know it’s all I’m ever going to have.

I’m too old for her. Eric would murder me. I’m a perverted asshole for wanting her the way I do.

I lean over, rummaging around in the drawer where I keep my camming supplies. My fingers close around the cool silicone,and I pull out the toy that’s become a poor substitute for the real thing. It’s a realistic model of a woman’s waist, hips, pussy and ass, and I might as well name it Bella because she’s the only thing I think of whenever I use it.

It’s not her, but I can pretend, and I can lie to myself that it’s enough.

I get out the lube and spread it over the pussy, imaging that it’s Bella I’m getting ready for me. I drag my fingers up and down the slit, wondering what kind of sounds she’d make for me, how hot and wet she’d be on my fingers. I slide my fingers inside, pushing the lube deep.

One hand curled around the silicone waist, I line myself up at the toy’s entrance with the other. A visceral image of Bella beneath me as I push into her for the first time sears through me and my chest hurts. I’ll never have the real thing, but I can have this.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, teasing the head of my cock in and out. I close my eyes, letting the fantasy wash over me and obliterate reality. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, sweetheart? So fucking ready for my cock.”

I push in, the silicone slick and tight around me. I imagine that it’s Bella’s tight little pussy welcoming me in, that she’s gasping and shaking and begging for more. Begging for me.

“That’s it, baby,” I say, my voice unrecognizable. “Take my cock. Take it all. Every inch is yours.”

I begin to move, fucking the toy slowly, hips rolling. And I know it’s a toy, but in my mind, it’s Bella’s hips I’m gripping, her beautiful body beneath me as I take what I’ve wanted for so fucking long.

“You feel so good,” I tell her, my breathing ragged, my balls throbbing for release. “So fucking good. So beautiful. So perfect.”

I start to fuck her harder, deeper, my hips slapping against the toy. The sound echoes through the room, mingling with my rasping breaths.

I’m not going to last.

“You want my come, don’t you, sweetheart? You want me to fill up your pretty little pussy? Such a good girl.”

I’m close, so fucking close. My muscles are shaking, my pulse throbbing everywhere. I reach down and play with the clit on the toy. I stroke it, imagining it’s hers. I’d give anything to know how she likes to be touched. How she feels when she comes apart.

“I want you to come with me, baby. Come for me as I fill you up.” I fuck the toy harder and faster while stroking the clit, and I lose control as I start to come. “Oh, god. Bella. Fuck. Fuck. Bella, oh Christ, Bella.”

Eleven

Bella

The sound of Gabe saying my name as he comes goes through me like a bullet. It tears me up and rearranges me into something new. Something different.

I’mthe girl he was fantasizing about? The one he wants so bad but can’t have that it’s torture for him?

And here I was, watching his show on the verge of jealous tears because there’s someone Gabe wants. Someone he’s all torn up over. Someone he wants to be his good girl.

And that someone is…me?

Oh. My. God.

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