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It’s not only personal, but feels more intimate than the dick sliding inside me. I can’t actually remember the last time I’ve been thoroughly kissed like this. If ever.

Santa speeds up his pace before something vibrating gets pressed to my clit.

Fuck. He really does know all the moves to send a girl wild.

My hips buck, my pussy filled to the brim with his dick as the vibrations tease my nub and I explode quickly. Embarrassingly so.

He doesn’t stop though, his dick slamming harder and harder inside me as he keeps the toy pressed to my nub. Unexplainable pleasure soars through me, something more than I’ve ever felt before. My whole body starts to tingle, sparks of numbness igniting over my flesh from head to toe.

With one last hard thrust, Santa stills over me, his hips jerking as he reaches his climax, and a few moments later, he collapses on top of me. His lips press to my ear, my neck, my cheek, my nose and then my lips.

The only word I can use to explain how I feel right now is worshipped.

He stays on top of me for a minute or two, his fingers stroking lazy circles on my shoulder before his weight slowly eases off me.

I miss him instantly, but he doesn’t disappear completely this time. His hand touching my arm, leg, foot or tummy at all times, letting me know he’s still there. Eventually, his fingers come to my ears, and he slips the earplugs free, and my hearing comes back loud and crisp.

“You taste as sweet as honey, little elf.” He rasps against my lips, nipping them before sucking them into his mouth. “And that tight, hot cunt of yours feels like heaven.” He kisses me again, hard and lustful, tongues clashing with more need before he pulls back.

Nipping at my lips again, Santa’s kisses veer away and travel to my earlobe. “I’m sorry to do this, but I have to go.”

“You do?”

Shit. Why do I sound so needy? I want to slap myself for being so pathetic.

“Yes. I wanted to stretch this out longer, but I received a call before. Duty calls, I’m afraid.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, much like he did earlier. “Fuck, little elf. I could kiss these lips all night.”

I moan, wishing my hands were free so I could touch him.

“I want to touch you.” I whine, and he chuckles.

“Not tonight. But soon. I promise.” He starts to untie my right foot, and I pout like a little bitch. “Don’t forget your aftercare.” He reminds me, moving to untie one hand, and then the other. “I’m going to leave now. I’ve left one ankle tied. You can take your mask off and untie it in five minutes. Ok?”

Damn it.

I nod, still pouting. “Ok.”

He lifts my hand, placing a kiss on the back before I hear him walk away, leaving out the front door.

Part of me is tempted to get up now and run to the door to get a glimpse of who he is, but a bigger part of me doesn’t want to ruin the mystery.

I realise I don’t care what he looks like. Not when he feels so amazing and knows exactly how to take care of me.

Santa

Ihadn’tintendedtofuck my little elf just yet. I wanted to save that part for the grand fucking finale. As much as my dick has been aching to have her, my main goal has been to make her bend to my will and torture her with pleasure.

The little minx is like a fucking siren. She had me in a trance tonight, my dick with a mind of its own as it sunk into her tight, hot heat.

And fuck. Those lips. Both sets tasted so fucking sweet. Both are as addictive as each other, and I found it hard to leave my little elf. I could have happily unleashed my monster on her right then and there.

But, lucky for her, that side of me will have to wait for a different day.

Chapter eight

Guess What?

Agatha

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