Page 11 of He Sees You When You're Sleeping

“You’re going to take my fucking cock,” he grits out, slowly driving even deeper. I cry out, the garland around my neck rubbing the skin raw as I toss my head back and forth.

“It’s too much,” I whine, but he ignores me.

“Take. It.” His voice comes out like a low growl, bordering on inhuman. My mouth falls open as I pant through the pain—this is so much worse than I thought it would be. He’s so much bigger.

Suddenly, he pulls back until he’s almost completely out. I feel weirdly empty, and as I’m about to beg him to fill me again, he slams forward. He rams against my cervix, and pain erupts through my body, a scream tearing from my throat.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry, tears blurring my vision.

He smooths his hand over my back until he gets to the makeshift leash around my throat. He gently wraps his fingers around it, tugging lightly on it until I choke out a breath.

“Are you okay?” he murmurs. I barely dip my chin in a nod, though I know it’s not reassuring. All I can focus on is the throbbing in my pussy.

“Fine,” I gasp. “Fine. I’m fine. Keep going.”

There’s a brief moment of hesitation before he grips the garland leash tighter in his fist. He holds it as he moves his hips back. I brace myself for the brutal snap forward, but he goes slow this time—gentle.

I shake my head. It hurt, but I need the pain. That’s the only way I’ll get off.

“Hurt me,” I breathe. “Fuck me like you hate me.”

“Are you sure?” The softness in his voice, the edge of warmth, makes my heart flutter. I swallow thickly, still tasting his cock on my tongue.

“I’m sure.”

He moves around behind me, and I finally look over my shoulder at him. There’s a dark smattering of hair across hischest and lightly on his belly, slightly rounded and hiding a layer of abs beneath. He has silver bars in both nipples, and a tattoo snaking from his chest, to his shoulder, and down his arm, stopping above his elbow.

My mouth waters at the sight of him. He’s gorgeous, like a fucking god, and I want to worship at his altar. I want to lick every inch of his big body and show him how much I love him—I squeeze my eyes shut as soon as the word echoes through my head.

That is insane. I cannot be in love with him, but…

I watch as he reaches over and yanks a plastic candy cane from the ground beside us. They’re used to line the walkway toward his sleigh, and I have no idea what he’s about to do with it.

But then he turns toward me, a glint in his eye that tells me I should be scared, and smiles. He leans forward and drops spit on my asshole. My eyes widen as he positions the plastic candy cane at my back entrance, keeping his cock buried deep.

“You asked for this,” he says darkly, and I swallow thickly because he’s right.

Ididask for this.

noelle

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Santa coaxes the end of the giant plastic candy cane inside my asshole. It stretches me beyond my limits, and I bare my teeth at him. But he doesn't seem to notice or care as he pushes it in deeper, taking the time to let spit fall from his lips and lubricate the plastic.

“God, you look so fucking hot like this,” he mutters under his breath. “You feel so much tighter with this in your tight ass.”

I swallow thickly as I drop my head forward, letting him alternate fucking me with his cock and the candy cane. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I pant through my nose.

But, at some point, the pain starts to melt away, and all that’s left is a pleasure like I’ve never felt before. His cock feels even bigger than it did with the candy cane filling me so completely. I’ve never been stuffed like this before—so full, and aching for more.

“Can I play with my clit?” I choke out, and he growls his response. I drop forward, balancing on my shoulders as my hand snakes down my body, settling between my legs.

My clit is swollen, and I moan as my fingertips come in contact with it. I swipe them over it, working myself higher as he fucks into me harder.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans. “I’m going to fill this greedy cunt with my cum. I’m going to get you fucking pregnant.” My jaw goes slack, and drool spills from my mouth. “Look at you.” His laugh floats around me, mocking. “Such a dumb little bitch.”

“Yes,” I hiss as he brings his hand down on my ass. My body tightens around him as I cry out, the sound echoing off the towering tiled walls surrounding us. Suddenly, he pulls out, and in one swift motion, he flips me onto my back.

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