Page 23 of Santa & His Elf

“I wonder where you went?” I tease as I open the door and gasp as the gentle light of Christmas and all its glory smacks me in the face, along with my very sexy, dark-haired elf sprawled out on a fluffy rug in front of our new brass fireplace.

Wow.

“Welcome home, Santa,” he purrs, wiggling his pert little ass at me on all fours.

Undoing my pants to free my raging erection, I soak in the space. It doesn’t look anything like before. The Santas are gone, and that ceiling is incredible.

“What did you do?” I gaze up in awe. It’s a tree and not just any tree. It’s like we’re inside a Christmas tree. Every needle is there. Giant bulbs dangle from the ceiling. Others are painted but look so real. Our new chandelier is a massive vintage Christmas star. The evergreen flows down the edgesof the ceiling onto the walls, and with it comes the ornaments and twinkle lights.

Our bed is now wrapped like a present—black sheets and a shimmery golden box for the frame.

Our plush couch is striped like a candy cane. It's not bright but vintage and muted in color—perfection.

There’s a rocking horse in the corner, in front of the door to the patio that overlooks the village below.

Wait.

No. That’s not just a rocking horse, that’s a…

I grip my cock and slowly stroke myself as I approach the new toy my dear elfie has gifted us. Sure, it’s a rocking horse, but it has wrist restraints, kneeling pads in place of stirrups, and is set so my elf can perch his bottom off the toy so I can fuck him from behind as I rock the horse, and his upper chest hugs the soft mane.

Needing to christen this right now, I snap my fingers, and my elf rushes to his feet and climbs onto the apparatus. I help him onto the seat and strap his wrists to the handles.

I test the tightness. “This okay?”

He shivers and nods repeatedly, just as excited as I am to try it.

“I don’t know what you did to our room, but it’s gorgeous, and I’m gonna show you just how proud I am of you.” Standing behind the horse, I tug Pepper’s hips to the edge and slam into him, knowing he doesn’t need any prep.

“Santa!” he cries out as wetness bathes my cock from his delicious hole.

I grip his tiny waist and fuck him relentlessly from behind, grunting like a madman, having missed him all day. “You’re so wet for me, Elfie.”

“Yes!”

More wetness rushes from his asshole, dripping down his taint and onto the floor at my feet. Vanilla perfumes the air, thick with pheromones, and my chest tightens, my body aches, and my cock throbs more than it ever has before.

Not knowing how to curb the hunger, the need, I ravage Pepper. The more I wreck his hole, the more he drips for me, screaming in ecstasy.

I come.

And still, the need doesn’t slack.

I come again within minutes and fuck the cum right out of his hole, making the biggest mess.

The scent of him drives me wild.

I lick his spine, clutch his ass in my punishing grip, but it’s never enough.

“Fuck,” I growl, slamming home as I dump a third load into his awaiting body.

“Yes!” Pepper’s sweat-matted head flings back as he cries toward the ceiling, rocking on the horse in time with my thrusts. “Please. More.”

For what feels like hours, I use his smaller frame for my pleasure.

When I order him to come, he sprays over the leather seat, and still, the need doesn’t fade. It coils tighter in my cock.

Not knowing what to do, I free him from the horse and carry him over to the candy-cane-striped sofa, where I drop in exhaustion, and he straddles me, feeding me back into his eager form.

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