Page 16 of Santa & His Elf

“I…” he gasps. “T-tried not to.”

Swirling my finger around his slit, a gush of clear liquid rushes out like a faucet.

Pepper trembles.

“Answer me.” I collect his precum on two fingers and smear it across his red, parted lips.

“I’m sorry,” he whines and chases my fingers with his tongue. I shove them inside, and he sucks on them like he will my cock, whenever I give him a chance to blow me. We haven’t gotten that far yet.

“No. You’re not. Now tell me.”

“Please,” he garbles around my digits.

“Please, what?” I finger fuck his mouth like I want to fuck his ass.

Sucking harder, he moans in his throat, and his hole strangles my shaft. I come. I can’t help it. Eyes squeezing shut, I unload into his perfect body and dump every ounce of cum from my nuts into his awaiting hole as he sucks and sucks and sucks my fingers like he can’t get enough. To see how well he can work on other parts of my anatomy, I remove my digits from his mouth with apop, withdraw my still-hard cock to let him ooze my spend, and round the desk.

Dragging Pepper to the edge, I force him to drape hishead over and tap my cockhead to his lips. He parts on a needy gasp and willingly takes me into his hungry mouth. It’s heaven. It’s hell. It’s magical unicorns as I fuck his throat. He doesn’t gag. Of course, he doesn’t. He was made for me.

More precum pumps from his shaft as my delicious pleasure travels through our bond into him.

“You’re such a good elf,” I praise as I play with his nipples, and he squeals in ecstasy around my dick, buried deep in his throat.

Just when I think he might pass out from me fucking his face, I pull out. He chokes on a gasp, and I continue once more. On and on, I draw out my need that’s collectively ours. When I reach out to stroke him, he grabs my ass, nails biting into flesh, and thrusts into my hand, chasing his climax.

“That’s it. That’s it. You’re suckin’ my cock so good, sweetheart. So fuckin’ good,” I grunt.

Another burst of precum coats my palm as his toes curl. He shudders violently and still doesn’t come, but I do. Pumping my hips once, twice, my eyes slam shut, and I unload in his throat. Like the perfect partner, Pepper greedily gulps me down, swallow after swallow.

I nearly pass out.

Holding myself up by using his chest, my legs go weak, and I wobble, but Pepper’s there with me, holding my cheeks to keep me upright.

“Holy Christmas,” I curse and pull my still-hard member from his mouth to drop into my chair as Pepper struggles to catch his breath. Cum and drool coats the side of his mouth and face. I smile wickedly at my handsome elf's healthy, just-fucked glow.

“You look so sexy.” I trace the side of his face, and he blinks at me as if he’s high, unsure which side is up.

Not wanting to leave him out, I gather my bearings, sit forward in my seat, cup the back of my elf’s head, bring his lips to mine, and whisper, “Come for me, Elfie.”

On command, completely untouched, jets of thick cum rocket out of Pepper’s prick onto his stomach and chest. He convulses, crying against my mouth, and I soak it into me, every ounce of him, of his ecstasy, of my perfect mate.

Because I’m a bastard, just as he calms down, I drag my tongue across the side of his lips and whisper again, “Come again, Elfie.”

More cum erupts, and he grabs for me, searching for comfort. I give it to him. Of course, I do. Never wanting him to feel unwanted, I collect my elf into my arms and drape him over my lap in the chair. Knees curled to his chest, he breathes heavily, still shivering from post-coital aftermath as I rub him everywhere I can reach, soothing him.

“That’s it. I’ve got you.” I kiss the top of his sweaty head, and within minutes, Pepper’s asleep.

Refusing to put him down, even if that means I won’t get any work done, I rock my elf in my arms as he rests. I took a lot out of him. As much as we’ve been going at it, it’s a wonder he doesn’t sleep all day. But he hasn’t. He’s been focused on setting up our home. He won’t show me what he’s up to, but I trust it’ll be amazing. He’s the artist. I’m not.

Looking down at his much-smaller frame in my arms, I smile at how good it feels to have him here, to feel whole, to feel… everything.

I’ll give him an hour.

Then we’ll eat lunch, and he’ll tell me why he interrupted my day.

five

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