Page 34 of Santa & His Elf

Flashing me a wink, Nick snaps the reins, and our eight magical reindeer trot out of the open barn doors and into the snow. Giant Christmas lights and hundreds of elves holding candles line the runway.

“Thank you all for your hard work. You make me proud to be Santa. Here’s to an amazing Christmas!” Nick cheers, pumping his arm in the air, and everyone follows along with a chorus of holiday excitement.

“On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen. On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder, and Blitzen.” The sleigh floats off the snow as the magic of our world coats us. It tingles my nose.

Nick laughs. “Ho. Ho. Ho. Merry Christmas,” he calls and snaps the reins. Off into the sky, we fly. The world passes in a blur of darkness and snow. Excitement unfurls in my belly. This is my first time visiting humans and seeing their world with my own eyes, not on the television screen.

I can’t believe this is my life!

Rubbing my hands together, I quell my rising desire. Now’s not the time for that. This is too important. I can wait. So can Nick.

Within minutes, the reindeer drop us atop our first apartment building under a cloudy night sky. Knowing exactly what to do, because he was born for this, Nick pecks my cheek, commandeers his sack from the back, slings it over hisshoulder, and exits the sleigh. “I’ll be right back,” he promises.

Less than a minute later, he’s back, smiling bigger than I’ve ever seen. The joy, the excitement, the high of his first delivery flows through our connection, and I grow instantly hard.

“Nick,” I breathe as he tosses his sack into the back of the sleigh and is on me in a flash, pulling down the front of his pants and unbuckling my belt. Yanking me into his lap, he rips my pants down my legs and frees my erection. Nick doesn’t bother using the bed when he sits me right on his cock. Gripping the front of the sleigh, I bend forward to adjust to his soft belly pressing into my spine.

“Merry Christmas,” Nick growls as he uses my much-smaller body like a fleshlight and bounces me on his dick like I weigh nothing.

“Nick,” I gasp as my eyes screw shut in pleasure.

“Gotta make this quick.” Slamming me down on his thick rod, my wet asshole squeezes him tight as precum drips like a faucet from my cockhead, onto the floor, making a mess.

Wanting to make this memorable, I try to help. I try to set the pace, to impale myself, but my husband wants nothing of it, as he grips my hips, slides both of my legs over his, so I’m sitting in Santa’s lap like a naughty elf, feet dangling off the floor, and slams me onto his cock over and over and over.

“Come, Elfie,” Santa growls.

Bending to his powerful will, cum jets from my slit and hits the dashboard.

“Come,” he orders again.

Once more, my nuts draw up, and pleasure rockets through every cell in my body as I bite down on my bottom lip, trying not to scream as I succumb to my ravenous need.Another rope of cum shoots from my prick, and another and another as Santa grunts and fills me with seed.

High on him, on his scent, his touch, his cum, I float in the cocoon of us.

Breathing heavily, Nick wraps his arms around my chest and kisses the back of my head.

It’s everything.

He’s everything.

Being here is everything.

Sliding a hand down to my belly, Nick massages the bump. “How are you feeling, Elfie?”

“Good.”

“I didn’t get too rough, did I?”

That’s not possible. Even when we use the rocking horse in our bedroom, he’s never too rough and always takes care of me.

Shaking my head, I rest my hand over his and melt into his lap. “No. You were perfect.”

Reaching around me, Nick unhooks the reigns and snaps them once. “Onto the next place, ladies,” he instructs, then returns them to their special hook as we glide silently onto the top of the next apartment building.

Peeking down at my exposed, half-hard cock beaded with the remnants of climax, I then look over my shoulder at Nick, making eye contact. “We should probably get dressed.” Using the tip of my finger, I collect what little cum is left and offer it to my husband.

Sensuously sliding my digit into his mouth, Nick hums as he swallows my offering, and my insides somersault at the sight. I’ll never get enough of this.

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