Page 11 of Santa's Knotty Workshop

I lifted my arm to reach for him. “I want to see you, too,” I said.

“Oh, you will.”

I watched while Nick peeled off his jacket, then his shirt, and slipped off his pants. My gaze roved down his broad chest, decorated with thick hair that was a mix of dark and gray. His belly was soft and round, though not nearly as much as the commercialized version of Santa. His hips had that line on them, making a perfect V that I had the urge to run my tongue over. Was that odd? Come to think of it, I wanted to run my tongue over his whole body. I hoped he’d let me.

His thick cock stood out long and proud from his body.

I swallowed thickly. “I… I don’t know how that will ever fit.” It needed to though, because my body was growing hotter by the second. The feeling of emptiness radiated inside me andthreatened to make me come unglued. Like if I wasn’t stuffed full of his cock soon, I might lose my mind.

“It will, mate. It will. But it will take time. Slow, torturous, time. Are you ready?”

I gulped. “Yes.” I spread my legs apart, and Nick kneeled between them. I reached for him again, but he gently stopped me.

“There will be time for that, sweet Percy. Right now, I need to make you feel good.”

“I want you to feel good, too.”

Nick’s face broadened into a smile. “Oh, I will. Don’t you worry about that, my naughty elf.”

I bit my lip. “I’ve never been a naughty elf. I’m on the nice list. Always.”

Nick’s eyes darkened, and I sucked in a breath. “Being on the naughty list isn’t all bad, sweetheart. Let me show you how good naughty can feel.”

Nick’s mouth closed over my cock and his beard tickled against my balls. My hips shot up from the bed. He caught my hip with one hand and used the other to tease around my rim.

“So wet for me already, dear Percy. I may not even need any lube.”

“I need you to fill me up, Nick. So empty without you.”

“Never fear, mate. I’ll stuff you so full of my cock you won’t know where I end and you begin.”

It felt like an eternity before one thick finger breached my hole and I thrashed. Nick swallowed my cock again, sending a whole slew of sensations rocketing through my body. I wasn’t long, not compared to him. My whole cock fit in Nick’s mouth with little effort. His tongue flicked on the underside of my head.

I barely noticed when he slipped two more fingers into my hole. I nearly jumped off the bed when those fingers scissored. The pressure against my channel was almost too much. I’d never survive when his actual cock was inside me.

He spent an agonizing amount of time moving his fingers in and out of me. The slick my body produced gushed out of me. Nick alternated his hands so that he could use the slick on my cock. He never let me get too close to erupting.

“You need to wait for me to be inside you. I promise it will be worth it.” The deep timber of Nick’s voice vibrating against my skin, like my own personal vibrator.

“I’m ready now!” I shouted. I actually shouted at Santa. The fact that he was my boss was lost on me now. He was Nick, my mate. And currently he was torturing me.

“Patience, my sweet Percy.”

He had four fingers inside me now. Or maybe it was his entire hand. I’d never been so full, yet I needed more.

“You’re ready for me, baby. So responsive.” Nick’s beard tickled against my thighs as he placed soft kisses there. My muscles quivered.

“Need you.”

He removed his fingers slowly, and I whimpered at the loss.

Nick’s massive hands gripped my hips. My legs spread wide so that his hips settled between them. His cock nudged against my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him forward.

The slick I generated naturally through my heat and being with my mate eased the way, and the bulbous head of Nick’s cock breached my rim. I threw my head back, and Nick captured my lips.

I opened my mouth for him as my body let him deeper inside. His cock slid inch by glorious inch into me, while his tongue and mine danced and tasted. Nick’s sweet tooth was famous—adults worldwide left him cookies and sweet treats on Christmas Eve—and he tasted as sweet as the treats he loved.

Nick held himself up with his arms on either side of my head. His muscles constricted and flexed with the effort. My hands trailed over his back until I reached his ass. The muscles flexedas he thrust into me. He was a delicious mix of softness and hard muscle.

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