Page 10 of He Sees You When You're Sleeping

“Please fuck my throat, Santa. I want to feel you stretching me wide. Don’t stop until I pass out.”

“Fuck.” I grip her throat as I pull her up to her knees. She cries out as the candy canes slide even deeper, but I don’t give a fuck. I press my lips roughly against hers—she tastes sweet, like the cookies from earlier, and a little salty from my cock.

She tastes like fucking heaven.

And, in that moment, I think I might’ve fallen a little bit in love with her.

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Santa’s cock slides back into my mouth, and there’s a moment where I tense. My throat is tender from the way he mercilessly fucked it, but the taste of his leather boots, the taste of his lips, still coat my tongue, and I open wider. His fingers dig into my hair, gripping it in a tight fist. The garland shifts, rubbing the skin on my neck raw with each movement.

He gets to the back of my throat, and I brace myself. Slowly, he slides inside, and I swallow around him, trying to take as much of him as I can. I feel my throat stretch, feel it bulge, as he pushes deeper.

His dark eyes are on mine, and despite his words, or the sharp sting of his palm against my cheek, they’re soft. They’re warm. If I wasn’t already so obsessed with him, I’d fall for him right now—head over heels, without a second thought.

He’s as deep as he can go, and my lungs burn from the lack of air, and tears stream from my eyes. But he doesn’t care—I don’t care.

This is the most alive I’ve ever felt. It’s like I’m flying, like I’m watching everything from above like my own personal fucked up porno.

“I’m not going to stop until I feel like it,” he tells me, his voice a low rasp. “I don’t care if this hurts you—it feels good for me. And you’re here to serve me, to make me feel good. You’re nothing but a few holes for me to fuck and fill with my cum.”

My pussy contracts around the candy canes, and I subtly arch my hips, letting them slide deeper. I’ve found a rhythm that makes them move in short, slow thrusts, and it’s driving me fucking insane.

His hips snap forward, and I violently gag. A laugh tumbles from his lips at the sound, but it does nothing to make him slow down or stop. If anything, it just spurs him on even more. He fucks into my mouth, into my throat, in unrelenting thrusts.

“Stroke the rest of my cock,” he orders through clenched teeth. Reaching up, I wobble as I balance on one hand, and wrap the other around the inches of cock still free. He’s thicker than the candy canes inside me; I’d need at least ten more to come close to his full girth, but the stretch is still there. And, if I’m being totally honest, I’m excited to feel the way he’s going to stretch me.

I know it’ll be painful, but just the thought of his monster cock fucking me is enough to make my eyes roll back, and lower belly clench with anticipation.

“That’s it,” he praises, his fingers lightly tugging on my hair. “God, you look gorgeous like this.”

I believe him. The way he’s watching me, like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen, is a heady feeling. I’m high off his attention, off his approval, and I work harder to get more of it.

My mouth and hand work in tandem, making sure to give every inch of his dick love. A groan pushes from his lips, and his eyes squeeze shut.

“I can’t anymore,” he mutters, his jaw feathering. “I’m about to come, but I want to finish inside you.” Without warning, hepulls his cock free. I gasp for air, feeling it fill my burning lungs. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

“Yes.” I almost scream the word at him, because I am ready. I’m more than ready. I’ve been ready since the first time I saw him.

I gasp as he pulls the candy canes out of me. My fingers curl into the snow, and the tiny bits of plastic embed themselves under my nails. His boots thud against the floor at my side, his pants and shirt quickly following. It takes all I have not to peek over my shoulder and stare at his naked body.

Instead, I’m left to stare straight ahead, the hallways leading toward different stores stretching out before us. I almost want the guards I know are somewhere in the massive building to find us, to stand at the edge of The Village and stroke their cocks while this massive man fucks me raw from behind.

I want them to get off to me—to us—and know they can never have me. That they can’t touch me. I want Robbie to watch, desperate for relief, but to know that I belong to the man inside me—not him. I never did, and I never will.

“Deep breaths, baby.”

He places his big hand on my hip, his thumb gently stroking back and forth. It soothes me enough to force air into my lungs, and when I feel the thick tip of his cock press against my entrance, my entire body goes rigid.

“Relax for me,” he coos. “You can take it. I promise.”

Another deep breath.

I squeeze my eyes shut as he pushes inside me. My pussy stretches around him, and there’s a sharp, stinging bite of pain, but I force myself to breathe through it. To stay calm. To not jerk forward.

As if reading my thoughts, both of his hands drop to my hips, his fingers curling around and digging into my hip bones. His grip is brutal, almost bruising, as he keeps me in place.

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