Page 30 of The Naughty Elf

“Thank fuck for that at least,” I growl, allowing myself to surrender to the inevitable.

My arm is around her, drawing her into my lap without a second thought. The fluff of tulle under my hands has my nails digging into her already torn tights.

Her face hovers so close, nose drawing back and forth against mine. Cupping my face, she smiles, letting loose a soft giggle that will torment me when I return to my bed alone tonight.

I grip her thighs harder. She grinds herself over me, sinking her hands in my hair and looking at me with dreamy eyes. When her face tips forward, she whispers, “Nothing to say?”

But her mouth slants over mine before I can conjure up a retort.

Her kiss is more tentative than I expected, but the softness touches me so deeply. Her hips start to move. Traces of her molten heat burn me through my jeans.

When her hand fists into the front of my shirt, she pulls back to look at me again. Searching her eyes, I don’t wait to show her how much I want her, planting a fierce kiss on her lips. She duels with me, giving back everything I give to her.

Soon, we’re rocking together, and I’m desperate to rip those tights open and explore what’s beneath.

She must feel how hard my lust is riding me, because she pulls back and whispers, “Just tear them. They’re ruined anyway.”

I take two quick, deep breaths before I do it, ripping them down the back seam, and exposing the thin cotton of her panties. Fuck, the heat of her against my hand as I press into the wetness there is incredible.

My groan has her grinning again.

I rub her harder, feeling the slight give that screams of her arousal. Finally, I find my tongue. “I want to fuck this pussy before it overheats.”

Her laugh is full of delight. Fingers twisting in my hair, she nips at my mouth. “What are you waiting for?”

I lift her hips higher and yank open my jeans. My cock springs free. Tugging her panties aside, I drag my head through her folds. The move has us both moaning quietly in anticipation. Once I’m notched in place, Ginger drops down to take more of me.

We work ourselves together with a few slow moves until every roll of her hips slides my shaft deep within her. She gasps softly with each thrust. I pull her back down for a kiss, drawing out every move to prolong this.

I don’t want to let go of her, yet, I’m aching from the feel of her wet heat undulating over my cock. I mean, fuck, she feels better than I imagined. Better than I’ve had in a long, long time.

Ginger scrapes her nails across my scalp and down my neck, and I can’t fight back the moan it draws out of me. She’s discovered my kryptonite. And her smile tells me she knows it.

“Is that your button?” Her mouth traipses down my neck, and my hands tighten around her hips. It slows us down even more, grinding together instead of fucking.

Sucking gently, her teeth press but don’t pinch on my lip. It drives my hips up, and another moan escapes me. She hums against my skin, the vibrations shooting through me.

“I kind of like making you speechless.”

I laugh lightly. She always pushes that one step further.

Running my hands over her stocking-clad thighs, I fluff up the tulle skirt. Underneath, Ginger is so small. One arm wraps easily around her to hold her in place, and my other lifts up her elf costume. She shivers a little. It’s cold and I feel bad about tugging off her clothing until she starts wriggling, demanding that I keep fucking her.

There are no straps on the dress, and when my fingers spread over her shoulders under the mini cloak, she shivers.

I want access to more of her.

Testing the structure of the bodice, I find the small zipper that keeps to costume tight to her flesh. When I draw it down, Ginger sits up, looking me straight in the eyes.

I peel the fabric from her chest, grinning wildly as I find her milky flesh and dark pink nipples underneath. “Look at those pretty little things.”

With both hands gripping her waist, I lean up to capture a nipple in my mouth and shove my cock in to the hilt, crushing her clit against my pelvis.

Her head spills back, and the ragged moan she utters is pure bliss. Rolling her nipple against the roof of my mouth, I suck and tug at it. Nails dig into the back of my neck. Fingers tug at my hair.

“We should have called you the Naughty Elf instead,” I say against her skin, giving her hard nipple another little suckling tug.

The way she shudders over me has me thrusting into her, using my arm as a brace to swing her down over me at the same time. That sweet little pussy grips me as I latch on to her other breast.

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