Page 31 of The Naughty Elf

“God,yes.” She grows pliant in my grip, letting me take as much of her as I want. It’s intoxicating.

I wish I had more space. More time. The ability to spread her out and take my fill, to wrap myself up in her. To show her that I want more than just her body. She has an absolutely amazing body, but that isn’t what makes time spent with her feel like magic.

And fuck, let’s not sugarcoat things here. The elf costume is really doing it for me.

Especially with the dress splayed around my waist and her breasts swinging from the power of my thrusts. This delicious sight will be the center of my fantasies for however long I have to go after this until I get another taste of her.

The force with which we rock together has pleasure zapping along my every nerve ending. I need to feel her come on me before I lose it. She’s riled me up past the point of no return.

I have to have her.

A slight shift of my hips, and we find a new angle that has her crying with each impact, the slickness from her pussy coating both of our thighs.

The utter fucking ecstasy of her orgasm is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And as she slowly relaxes above me, stilltaking the full force of my thrusts as I seek my own end, I hold her against me. Pressing my mouth to her ear, I whisper whatever comes to my mind—how perfect she is, how much I’ve wanted this, how much I want her, how good she feels, what a good fucking girl she is for taking it all. I can’t keep track of my own thoughts, let alone rein them in.

Ginger lurches forward to trap my throat in her mouth, sucking, biting, licking until I’m ablaze with pleasure. But when she finds that detonation mark where my neck and shoulder meet, I’m an absolute goner.

My hips buck against hers as I hold her down, wishing I could crawl inside of her. No matter how close I get, it won’t ever be enough.

We settle together for a few heartbeats, and her mouth finds mine again, kissing me with a smile.

Then, she’s pulling her dress up and sliding off of me, opening the driver’s side door and slipping out into the cold.

“Thanks for the ride, Jackson,” she calls over her shoulder, giving me one last playful look before she scampers inside.

14

GINGER

Ibarely get my dress zipped back up by the time I make it inside my house—the guest house on my parent’s ranch. I can never forget that, not with my mom lounging on my couch with a glass of wine in hand and a raunchy reality TV show muted on the screen. She reads the closed captions when Gracie’s asleep.

I slip behind her to give her a kiss on her cheek. “Hey, Mom. Gracie in bed?”

“Of course. It’s past ten. What kind of grandmother do you think I am?” The incredulity in her voice is a put on. We both know she’s an excellent grandmother who also loves to spoil her granddaughter by letting her stay up late on the weekends.

“Mm-hmm.”

She catches my arm and looks at me with a little more attention than usual. “Have you been drinking?”

“A little bit. Don’t worry, I didn’t drive home.” I force myself not to squirm under her attention, especially since Jackson’s cum is soaking my panties, my stockings are torn—which was hot as fuck, by the way—and I’ve got the remnants of my own orgasm all over the insides of my thighs.

Mom releases her grip on me, but the way she holds my gaze makes sure I don’t retreat too far. “Those boys certainly like having you as their elf.”

I furrow my brow like I have no idea what she means. “You have to admit that I do make a pretty good elf. I worked wonders for that carnival.”

She nods, allowing me my moment to pretend. “You did an excellent job, my sweet girl.”

I retreat to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, and Mom stands, grabbing her coat and slipping on her boots at the door. Thank God she’s not going to push me to have this conversation with her.

Because I have no idea how to feel about today—other than how great the carnival went over. But I mean,gah, I slept with all three of them today. The three men I’ve been having nasty thoughts and nastier daydreams about.

I must be ovulating or something. Honestly, it felt right in the moment, but they must talk. Damn it. How’s it going to be when I go back to work on Monday?

I down my glass of water and meet my mom at the door. She gives me a strong hug. “Just remember that you were my little elf first. And I will kick their very merry Christmas balls if any of them hurt you. It’s a mother’s prerogative, you know.”

That has me laughing when she releases me. She winks on her way out the door, and I’m so glad to have her for a mom.

But after she leaves and I shower, I curl up in my bed and go back over my day until I fall asleep.

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