Page 26 of Santa's Pretty Helper

A light snow is falling outside, creating the perfect Christmas scene. It’s the morning of December 24th, and I’m snuggled up on the couch with Bella. She’s wearing a fuzzy white robe and knee-high socks, and nothing else. We’re drinking coffee with a sprinkle of cinnamon, and the small Christmas tree in my apartment is glowing softly by the window.

The world feels quiet. Hushed in a way that only seems to happen around the holidays.

It’s been a month since the night Bella showed up at my apartment wearing nothing but her coat and that sexy as hell satin teddy. A month since she confessed her feelings for me, and gave me the biggest gift I’ve ever received in my life. A month of seemingly endless sex, with whispered conversations in the middle of the night about the future—plans for the restaurant I want to open, what she wants to do after graduation, marriage and babies—and sleepy, orgasm filled mornings. A month of exploring every single inch of her body, learning her like a favorite recipe.

We haven’t told anyone about our relationship yet. We’ve kept it to ourselves, cocooned away in our own little world of dirty sex and sweetness. I cook for her while she studies on the couch. I drive her to campus when the weather’s bad. She doesn’t officially live here, but there’s hardly a day that goes by that she isn’t at my place. Come spring, when her lease is up, she’s going to move in here with me.

And then there’s the other development in our relationship. The one involving my camming.

Because I don’t perform solo anymore on the OnlySantas site. I’ve rebranded my profile to a couples one, and now Bella joins me. If I’m Nicholas Saint, depraved chef Santa, she’s Santa’s prettiest little helper. We don’t fuck on camera—that’s just for us—but we do lots of other fun things. Some fans are disappointed that I’m not performing alone anymore, but we’ve found lots of new ones to make up for it. In fact, we’ve made so much money that I’m going to be able to pay Bella’s tuition next semesterandput a deposit on a space I intend to use for my new restaurant.

So if we don’t fuck, what do we do?

The first time we performed together, I had her wear her satin bow teddy again, and I showed her off to everyone, slowly unwrapping her. I played with her breasts, her nipples, and then held her in my lap with her legs apart, her beautiful pink pussy on full display. I talked dirty while splaying her lips apart with my fingers, showing off my gift. Letting everyone see her cute little clit, her pink lips, her tiny, dripping hole. I slowly fingered her to orgasm before getting my cock out. On camera, I taught her how to suck me. How to help me unload my heavy sack. (And yes, I almost laughed while saying that, but hey, it’s Christmas and a theme is a theme).

God, her mouth. I’m getting hard right now just thinking about it. So lush and warm, and a little clumsy in a way thatshowcased her innocence. I praised her and fucked her face a little before coming all over her perfect tits.

After that, it was like I’d unleashed a monster. Now, we play together for the camera a couple of times a week, and it’s always filthy and fun.

I use toys on her—vibrators and clit suckers—to make her come over and over again. I fuck her slit and then come all over her tiny asshole, rubbing my come into her untouched hole. She sucks my cock while I chat with our fans, keeping me warm in her mouth. I dress her up in all kinds of slutty, festive outfits only to peel her out of them and play with her.

It’s perfect. Together, we’re perfect. She’s my favorite person on the planet, and I fall a little more in love with her every single day. And yeah, the sex is amazing, but it’s more than that. It’s the quiet moments where we talk about our days, our hopes, our dreams. The enthusiasm with which we support each other. It’s curling up on the couch with her in our pajamas and a bowl of popcorn while we watchHome AloneorElf.

It’s as though everything was gray before, and now that I have Bella, I see the world not just in color, but in vivid, sparkling hues I didn’t even know existed.

“Are you ready for Christmas Eve?” she asks, bringing me back to the present moment. Her fingers are curled around her coffee cup, and I can’t stop thinking about how bare her little ring finger looks. I need to put a ring on it. Soon. Like, before the end of the week.

“I think so,” I say, taking a sip of my coffee. We’re headed to her parents’ house for the day. “Are you sure you don’t want to tell them today?”

She shakes her head. “No. It’s Christmas. I don’t want any negativity or stress or anything like that. I just want to enjoy the day. We’ll tell them in January.”

I nod. I’d rather tell them sooner, but they’re her family, so it’s her call. She’s worried they’re going to be unhappy about the age difference and how quickly we’re moving, and it’s true—they might be. But that doesn’t mean I’m going anywhere. I don’t think I pack of rabid reindeer could drag me away from her.

“I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands to myself,” I say, nodding down at where my arm is tucked around her waist, my hand resting possessively on her thigh. I slide it a bit higher, gathering the fabric of her robe with me as I go. “It’s going to be a long afternoon, not being able to kiss you, touch you, tell the entire world that you’re mine. That I love you more than life itself.”

She sighs and lets her legs fall open as my hand slides up her inner thigh. I can already feel the heat of her wet pussy, and my balls throb in response.

“How am I supposed to go a whole afternoon without playing with my favorite toy?” I ask, sliding my fingers up and down her slit.

“Maybe we can…mmm, yes…we can sneak off.”

“You think you can stay nice and quiet for me, sweetheart?” I murmur, petting her pussy in long, slow strokes.

She bites her lip and nods. “I can try.”

“Maybe you’ll be opening presents with my come running down your thighs.”

“Mmm,” she moans again. “Sounds delightful.”

I slide a finger inside her and rest my thumb on her clit, then take a sip of my coffee. She clenches around me and then whimpers impatiently.

“Does your needy little pussy want to be filled up with something bigger?” I ask, and she nods, her cheeks pink. Her robe falls all the way open, exposing her breasts, which are covered in love bites right now. I don’t think I’ll ever get enoughof marking my girl. “Why don’t you come keep my cock warm while we finish our coffee, sweetheart?”

Her face lights up and she nods eagerly, shucking her robe and climbing into my lap. She makes quick work of opening my robe, and I fist my hard cock, holding it up for her. With her hands bracing on my shoulders, she slowly sinks down onto me, enveloping me in that velvety heat I’m beyond addicted to. My balls throb as she sinks all the way down, not stopping until I’m nestled deep inside her. I pick up her robe and drape it over her shoulders, and then hand her her discarded coffee cup.

“Here, sweetheart. Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so good at keeping me warm with your tight cunt, Bella. Such a special good girl for me.”

I flex my cock inside her, and she sighs while wiggling against me. Her pussy flutters around me and I groan softly. “This is where I belong,” I whisper, dragging my nose over her soft cheek. “Deep inside your perfect pussy.”

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