Page 8 of Christmas Desires

Gene jostled me forward as he slid us off the sofa. My feet hit the floor, and Simon’s cock bottomed out in my throat. From this new bent-over position, Gene thrust into me with renewed force and found my clit with one hand as the other held me up by my hip. He circled, and the gloves’ leather added another layer of sensation. The pulses of pleasure hurtled me towards another release.

“Come for us.” Simon’s grip tightened.

Gene sped up on my clit as he thrust, and I soared upwards. I exploded into pieces of stardust and light as the pleasure swept me away. Dimly, I was aware of Simon groaning as he stilled and came. I gasped for air as he pulled out, jerking himself and covering my chin and breasts with his cum.

Gene continued to fuck me through the waning orgasm until he roared and stilled inside me, his cock pulsing with his release.

“So beautiful,” Simon said reverently, rubbing cum onto my sensitive nipples.

“Take her,” Gene said, sliding out of me and nudging me forward to Simon.

Simon grabbed me and swept my feet out, carrying me over to the bed. We settled into a spooning position, with him cocooning my back as my breathing came under control. He removed the cuffs and massaged my wrists. My eyelids felt heavy.

“If you want a nap, Santa might fuck you awake. Would you like that?” Simon whispered in my ear as he stroked down my arm.

My brain was working slowly, but I liked the sound of that. I liked it a hell of a lot.

“Yes.” I nodded, but my head was heavy.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Ask me.”

I cajoled my brain to form the request.

“Please let me nap, then fuck me awake, sir.”

He smiled against my ear, and Gene climbed into bed, pressing closer to my front and smoothing a hand down my arm. I tried to keep my eyes open as I wanted to trace the intricate patterns of Gene’s tattoos, but I trusted them to look after me, and the warmth and the afterglow tugged me under.

CHAPTER 5

Elle

Sensations reached me from afar – tingling skin, heaviness in my centre, and pleasure snaking through me.

“Merry Christmas, Santa’s filthy girl,” a husky voice said.

Someone lifted my leg, and I moaned at the sensation of the deeper angle. I blinked, and a furry white bobble floated in front of my face. My breath caught as I realised Simon was wearing the hat and moving on top of me – inside me. A burst of lust exploded through me as my brain came back online.

“Yes, squeeze me just like that,” he said, leaning back.

The dim, festive lights glinted off his lean torso. The Santa hat sat low on his brow line.Holy shit!He made a sexy Santa.

I moved to touch him, but a clinking made me realise my hands were cuffed down, this time above my head. I was restrained at their mercy. This heightened every sensation cascading through me.

“Colour?” Gene’s gravelly voice made me look over.

He lounged in the chair. Gloriously naked, all his ink on display, and his keen eyes observing us.

“Green,” I panted.

Simon lifted my other leg and folded me entirely in half, thrusting deeper.

“She’s perfect,” Simon gritted out.

Gene stood up and came closer.

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