Page 27 of Her Secret Santa

“I can do that, little one.”

He doesn’t let me go this time, his hands needy and hungry as they travel across my skin. His fingers make quick work of my skirt, and he yanks it down my hips, letting it fall to my ankles. Approval falls from his lips at the sight of my lingerie and he digs his nails into my ass before laying a sharp slap against it.

“Pretty little thing,” he says. “Give me your safeword.”

“Red, Sir.”

My heart jumps into my throat as he walks me toward the bed. I stumble a bit as I step out of my skirt, but he doesn’t give me time to catch my footing, each movement insistent and demanding.

His confidence that I’ll do exactly what he wants is unreasonably attractive.

He pushes me down onto the bed, not bent over like last time, but flat on my back. His big, warm hand pins me down in the center of my chest. Dark and ravenous eyes trail over my body, his heated gaze making me shiver like a physical touch. He hasn’t even touched me properly, and I’m already soaked.

“I’m going to start with my mouth.” His voice is dark and rough, and he finally meets my eyes with a look that tells me I’m going to forget my name by the end of this. “You’re going to cum for me until you can’t think straight, and then I’m going to fill these pretty holes with my cock.”

He drags his hand up to rub his thumb over my bottom lip, and I flick my tongue out over the pad of it, moaning at the taste of skin and sweat.

“Say please,” he instructs, his voice rough.

“Please, Sir.”

He doesn’t bind me this time, simply shoves my legs up until my knees are by my ears. He guides my hands to hold my thighs open for him, and I blush at how on display I feel. I wish for a moment that I could take his mask off and see his face, but the anonymity is the only reason I can ask for what I want here.

“Been thinking about tasting you again for days, pretty girl.”

He yanks the crotch of my bodysuit off to the side and folds down to his knees before I can do so much as tremble in response. His eyes are dark and hungry on mine as he lowers his mouth to my cunt, and the whole world goes hazy.

His tongue is wicked, his hands tracing my body like he owns me, and he doesn’t give me an inch of mercy. Pleasure slams into me like a cliffside, unwavering and so overwhelming that I have no choice but to submit to it. He works me up so fast that I can’t catch enough breath to warn him, much less ask for permission.

My first orgasm pushes out of me with so much force I scream until the walls shake.

My Elite reaches up to shove my thighs back against the bed, keeping me in place as he continues to eat at me. He doesn’t slow at all as I shake through my orgasm, unbudging even as I thrash against him in overwhelming pleasure.

His eyes glitter with dark, dangerous amusement when he looks up at me.

He gets me off with his mouth and fingers so many times I lose count. My whole body vibrates with unceasing tremors by the time he stands, and I’m shocked to find myself desperate for more even after all of that. He strips out of his shirt in jerky movements, tossing it aside carelessly. His belt follows shortly after, and then he yanks his pants and briefs down just far enough to bare his cock.

My mouth waters at the sight of it, hard and dripping with precum. The ravenous look in his eyes tells me I won’t get the chance to get my mouth on him tonight.

“So pretty for me, little one,” he says as he crawls atop me. “I want this mouth next time, but I need to fill you up.”

I whine in agreement, empty and aching for him to stretch me out.

“Please, Sir.” I arch up against him, my breath hitching at the feeling of his cock rubbing against my clit. “Need you, need you so bad.”

He grins, disastrously handsome even with half his face covered. He takes my mouth in a filthy kiss, the taste of my cum still lingering on his lips. I nip at his tongue when he twines itwith mine, and he grins against my lips before wrapping a hand around my throat and pinning me to the bed.

“Behave,” he warns lowly. “Be good for me, little one.”

A moan tumbles from my lips at the words, the tail end of it breaking off as he guides his cock to my entrance. He slides into me like he belongs there, my body stretching to accommodate him. I arch against the hand at my throat, but he holds me down effortlessly, watching as his cock sinks into me. The rhythm he starts is slow and steady, but so deep I can feel it all the way up into mythroat. There’s not a moment of reprieve, his hand tight on my throat and his cock punching into me ruthlessly.

It feels like I’m nothing but a toy, and I fuckingloveit.

My body moves with his, taking everything he gives me and demanding more. He lays brutal slaps against my ass and thighs, so hard they steal my breath from my lungs, and I stutter out thanks and pleas for more, for harder.

He delivers with a thrilled grin, praising me each time I cum, and telling me how good I feel while teasingly asking if I can take even more. I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to—all I can do right now is take everything he can give me.

His hips finally lose their rhythm after what must be hours, his breathing turning ragged against the hollow of my throat as I cum again.

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