Page 109 of Subbing For Santa

Griffin and I go through the motions, saying our vows and signing the papers, posing for photos, and taking time to thank everyone individually for coming.

We take some time to get some photos done around the area while our guests eat canapés and drink champagne. Griffin plays around with the remote all day, gently edging me, and by the time the moon is high in the sky, and the last guests have left, I’m nearly standing in a puddle.

I start to tidy up some of the mess left behind, knowing that my husband—I really fucking love saying that—is watching my every move.

“Come here, wife.” Griffin demands as he sits on a chair by the pool, his tux jacket nowhere to be seen, and his top buttons open on his shirt with the sleeves rolled up, displaying his delicious forearms and the intricate tattoos.

I grin slowly, putting down the glasses I was picking up, and make my way over to him.

“Yes, husband?” I ask, smiling down at him as he eyes me. Then he starts to undo his pants before releasing his straining cock.

“Oh my, Mr Marx. Where did that come from?” I ask, giggling.

“I’ve had this fucker all day. That dress is not only stunning, but fucking teasing. Why do you think I’ve been edging you all day? Because every time I look at you, you edge me, woman.”

I laugh, shooting him a playful grin.

“Pull up your dress.” He demands, and my grin turns into a smirk as I slowly scrunch the fabric up higher and higher.

“The fuck?” he hisses, gripping his dick even tighter. “When did you take your panties off?”

“I never had them on to begin with.” I smirk and he growls, his fist stilling mid pump.

“You mean to say you’ve been bare all fucking day?”

“Yes, husband.” I widen my stance, giving him a better view. “All. Fucking. Day.”

“Bring that juicy pussy over here right fucking now.”

I love it when Griffin gets like this. Demanding and dominant, and impatient.

I do as my husband commands, climbing onto his lap to straddle him as I ease down on his cock. He moans loudly as I take him inside, but then he freezes and looks at me accusingly.

“Where’s the toy?”

“Turn it on and see if you can find it.” I smirk and his eyes narrow before he pulls the remote from his pocket and turns it on.

His eyes widen, and his mouth drops open as his hips jerk in reaction.

“Fuck, little elf. Is that?”

“In my arse?” I lean forward and nip at his lips. “Yes.”

“Fuuuck.” He turns the vibrations up, and I moan as the combination of being filled with his cock and stimulated through the wall of my back passage consumes me.

I’m helpless not to gyrate, need slamming into me as I chase the orgasm that’s been sitting on the sidelines all day. Griffin loses any control he has too, and I love that we are both getting something out of this sex toy.

He starts to piston inside me punishingly, and I grip his shoulders, holding on for the ride as my first orgasm slams into me.

Griffin speeds up, sweat beading on his forehead as he hammers inside me over and over, and I take the remote from his grip, turning it up to the highest setting.

The yell that leaps from Griffin’s mouth is unlike anything I’ve heard him make, and as he erupts inside me, I convulse around his cock for the second time.

My orgasm sends me senseless, and in my flurry, I drop the remote. Griffin abruptly lifts me off him as his sensitivity becomes too much, and I leap off his lap in a most un-lady-like fashion, bending over to find the little tag that is protruding from my arse as the vibrator continues its assault.

I squeal, and Griffin starts to laugh as I jump around, trying to get a grip on the tag.

“Stop laughing!” I squeal, but it just makes Griffin laugh even more.

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