Page 34 of The Santa of the Mountain

“Your mouth needs to come with a warning label.”

I pull my shirt over my head and then slide off my pants.

“I stand corrected.” She traces a circle in the air in front of her. “Everything about you needs to come with a warning label.Stay back. Orgasm inevitable.”

I smile. “That was a warm-up. A prelude to the main event.”

“Consider me warmed up,” she says, sighing.

I palm my cock through my underwear as I stare at my girl. “You’re gorgeous, Kate. A damn miracle. I swear every time I look at you I’m hallucinating. There’s no way a girl as beautiful as you exists.”

She swallows, staring at me silently for a few more seconds before she says, “See? Warning label.”

I smile. “Take off your sweater, Kate. I need to see your luscious tits.”

And without hesitation she sits up, pulling her sweater off. “Like this?”

“Exactly like that. Now cup them. Hold those heavy tits in your hands.”

Kate grabs her breasts, cradling them in her palms as I stroke my cock. The sight of her is damn near enough to burst, but I’m not wasting a drop. It’s going inside my girl. Deep. Penetrating. Every single ounce of me.

“That’s it,” I rasp. “That’s my good girl.”

“I thought I was your naughty little elf.”

I swallow hard. “Is that what you want?”

She smiles softly, nodding.

“Okay,” I rasp. “Lie down on my lap.”

I climb onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard. “Crawl to me.”

She does. Slowly. And I can’t take my eyes off of her as I palm my cock, kneading it.

“On my lap,” I growl when she pauses in front of me.

She doesn’t move. She brings her bottom lip into her mouth. She’s thinking about something.

“What is it?”

“C-Could you wear the hat?”

My eyes narrow. “Santa hat?” I breathe.

She nods, and that’s all I need.

What my girl wants, my girl gets. I storm through the cabin and snatch the cap from the living room. I slide back onto the bed and my girl’s smiling at me. Beaming. And when she settles on my lap, I’m in heaven staring at her perfect heart-shaped ass sticking up in the air.

I run my hand along it and she moans. “You’ve been naughty this year, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans. “I’ve been thinking bad thoughts about you.”

I test her ass, slapping her softly once. And then again until I get the response I want.

“What kind of thoughts?”

“I’ve been thinking about your cock.” She whispers.

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