Page 9 of Santa's Pretty Helper

DaddyLuc: me too

Ethan2345: I’d let you fuck any of my holes whenever you wanted

I chuckle, low and deep. “Would you, now?” I stroke myself slowly, and I start to harden again. I’m insatiable today, it seems. It’s partly the exhibitionism kink, but it’s mostly the thoughts of Bella. They’ve been especially persistent ever since I watched her eat last week.

If Bella was mine, would she let me do whatever I wanted to her? Fuck her mouth, her pussy, her ass whenever I wanted? God, I want that. I want that so fucking bad. I’d take care of her in every single way, and she’d be such a sweet, good girl for me.

Christ. My balls pulse in response to my dirty thoughts and I stroke myself a bit harder, my earlier sensitivity fading. I keep stroking, my breathing ragged as the chat floods with filthy comments, each one fueling my arousal because I imagine they’re all coming from Bella. I want her to see me like this, want her to know what she does to me. Want her to see the depths of my depraved obsession with her.

Babykitty13: I want to lick that come off you

User7734: Fuck, you’re so hot. I wanna suck you off so bad

I groan, my hand moving faster, gripping myself tighter. “You wanna suck me off, baby?” I rasp, my voice hoarse. “You wanna taste me, let me fuck your pretty face?”

More tips pour in, the sound of coins filling my virtual jar mingling with my jagged breaths, the wet slide of my fist over my cock, the creak of the leather chair beneath me. Holy shit, I’m gonna come again.

FemmeFantastique: I want to ride you, feel you stretch me out with that big juicy cock

New7799: I’d let you fuck me bare, fill me up with all that hot cum

I groan loudly, imagining Bella saying those words in her sweet voice. My hips jerk upward, fucking my hand like it’s Bella’s tight little pussy.

User7734: Come again, sexy. Let’s see you milk yourself dry

I’m right on the edge, muscles taut, body shaking. All I can think about is Bella—her warmth, her softness, her sweetness. I imagine her moans, her whimpers, the way I’d make her scream my name.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come again,” I groan, my hand moving faster, my grip punishing. “Gonna come so fucking hard.” I can’t hold back anymore, and I come with a loud groan, my body convulsing as I spill onto my stomach, my chest, my hand. I stroke myself through it, milking every last drop out of my cock.

Five

Gabe

I let out a deep, satisfied breath as the last waves of my orgasm roll through me. I slump back against my chair, chest heaving, deeply sated this time.

With a groan, I reach for a towel to clean up the mess I’ve made all over myself. I give the camera one last wink before ending the stream. The chat is flooded with comments, people begging for more, but I’m completely spent now. I’ve given them enough for today, and earned almost twice my goal, which is a nice bonus.

I stretch my arms over my head, my wrist and forearm stiff from use. A hot shower and something to eat are both calling my name. I make my way into the bathroom, tossing the dirty towel into the hamper there. I reach into the shower and turn on the water as hot as it will go.

When I first started performing, I always felt a little dirty afterwards, like I’d tarnished myself somehow. Like an emotional refractory period of sorts. It faded with time, though,and while I don’t share this part of my life with anyone, I’m not ashamed, either.

The scalding spray feels like heaven on my skin, and I tilt my head back, letting the water sluice over my face and body, washing away the sweat and the lube and the come. I replay the session in my mind, my thoughts drifting—as they always seem to do—to Bella. Not just the thoughts I had of her during my show that pushed me over the edge twice, but the way her pretty green eyes had sparkled when I last saw her. The way she’d filled out her red sweater with soft curves. The way she’d moaned softly as she’d tasted the food I’d made just for her.

Jesus, I’m half-hard again just thinking about her. With a groan, I force myself to think about something, anything other than Bella. I need to get a grip on this obsession before it eats me alive. I’m going to lose my mind over a girl I can never have if I’m not careful.

I quickly wash up and step out of the shower, toweling off briskly. My phone starts to ring from the other room, and I wrap the towel around my waist before heading into the living room to grab it. I glance at the screen and my heart leaps into my throat.

It’s Bella. I don’t think she’s ever phoned me before. The occasional friendly text, sure, but that’s it.

Fuck, is she okay?

My pulse echoes in my ears as I swipe to answer the call. “Hey, Bella. Everything okay?” I’m amazed at how casual I sound given that I feel anything but.

“Gabe, hi!” she says, letting out a nervous little laugh that hits me like sunshine right in the middle of my chest. “Um…I heard what happened. At the restaurant? Eric told me,” she says softly, and god, her sweet shyness is too much. I want to gorge myself on it. “Are you…” She pauses and I hear her take a deep breath. “Are you okay?”

I’m touched that she’s worried about me. More than touched—her concern is filling me up with a warmth unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. “I’m okay. A little surprised, but also relieved to not have to work for that asshole Hugo anymore.”

“But what are you going to do? Are you looking for a spot in another restaurant?” She sounds genuinely distressed on my behalf, and it makes me wish we were having this conversation in person so that I could give her a hug and reassure her that I’m going to be fine.

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