Page 9 of Santa & His Elf

Convulsions consume the elf in my arms. “So good.”

“You like me inside you like this?”

“Yes. More. Don’t stop.”

I pick up the pace, screwing him with a single digit. It’s enough for his body to take and feel but not hurt.

“Nick.”

“You wanna come?”

“I… I need.”

“Tell me what you need.”

He claws at my shoulders. “You. I need you.”

“You’ve got me.”

“Your. I need your… Please.”

“I can’t give you my dick here, sweetheart.”

“Want your cum.”

“That’s the hormones talking. You just gotta let go.”

“Can’t. Need. You.”

“No, sweetheart, you don’t need me inside you. I’m already in there. Feel me?”

“Yes,” he cries out.

“That’s me, fingering your sweet hole.”

“It’s not enough.”

“It is. Reach between us and jack your cock, Elfie. Wrap your hand around it inside your pants and screw into your fist. Get yourself off. You can do it.”

Pepper does as he’s told. When I feel his hand around his rod, part of me is proud of him for trusting my guidance, while another is jealous of him touching his dick when I haven’t gotten a good look at it yet.

“That’s it,” I encourage as he grunts and groans, pushing his ass back to impale himself on my finger.

I add a second for good measure, and Pepper’s head thrashes backward as he screams loud enough the entire building can hear.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I pause, concerned I might have gone too far, but Pepper’s hole grips me in a vice.

“More,” he sobs. “Please. Cum. I need your cum.”

“No. You just need to keep going. You’ll get off.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes. You can, sweetheart. Come for me. I want you to come.”

Pepper’s tiny body stiffens and detonates on my command. Asshole sucking around my fingers, he sinks his teeth into my neck and unloads ropes of cum into his fist. The sexiest whimpers I’ve heard in my life reach my ears. One’s that speak to me… To the virile man I forgot I was when I took my place as Santa.

It’s everything.

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