Page 79 of Sinning for Santa

“Like you? Just shoot anyone who annoys me? Kidnap innocent people for pleasure?”

Lightning fast, Devon disappears from my line of sight before the curtain next to me is pulled back. I gasp, rearing back against the wall as his towering height looms over me.

“You seem to have forgotten that the men I shot were trying to kill us. I haven’t heard you thank me for saving your life yet.” He steps inside the confessional with me, trapping me against the wall, kneeling before him as I stare up with wide eyes, my cheeks wet with my stupid tears.

“Thank you,” I blurt, but he simply chuckles and starts to undo his belt.

“And yes, I kidnapped you, but it’s not for the reasons you think, little mouse.” He slowly slides his belt off, my gaze dancing between the action and his dark gaze piercing me. “And if you remember correctly, you’re the only one that’s received pleasure. Not me. But let’s change that.”

“What?” I’m so confused, yet so transfixed on the way he flicks the button of his jeans open, before slowly easing the zipper of his fly down.

“Just like your Christian God, the devil likes to punish as well, little mouse, just as long as someone is enjoying it.”

His tone is utterly wicked, but I no longer stare at his face, my gaze locked onto his hand slipping into his jeans and lifting his stiff dick out, followed by the heavy weight of his balls.

I gasp, unsure if I’ve seen such a large dick.

Maybe it looks so big because I’m this close to it, yet still, its size isn’t scaring me.

No, instead, my mouth fills with saliva and my panties soak through as I realise I want his punishment, in any way he’ll give it, whether it hurts me or does the opposite.

What’s wrong with me?

“I’m going to punish you now, little mouse. I’m going to make you suck my cock until you start choking and gagging, and I’ll only stop when I’ve come down your throat. Do you understand?”

I nod, my heart flipping in my chest as heat engulfs my entire body.

“Do you know why I’m punishing you?”

I shake my head, risking a glance up at his face to see his hard expression, so fierce. So raw.

“I’m punishing you for not taking what you want out of life. I’m punishing you for letting others dictate how you live. I’m punishing you for denying what you really want for so long.” He wraps his hand around his cock which bobs before me, giving it a pump. “And I’m punishing you for eavesdropping on my shower this morning.” Releasing his dick, he takes his belt in both hands, quickly wrapping the strap behind my head as he jerks me forward. “Open.”

His demand is brutal, yet my lips part, my eyes zeroed in on his hard cock until it surges forward and I can no longer focus on its beauty, but rather feel the silky press of its tip to my lips as it slowly eases in.

“Eyes up,” he demands, and I swear my body is his puppet, doing everything he orders like it has no other choice.

And maybe it doesn’t, and I’m not even mad about it.

“You’ve got the most luscious plump lips, Jaxcen. Do you know how many times I’ve pictured them wrapped around my cock?”

I try to pull away to answer, but he holds the belt tight so I can’t retreat. “It was a rhetorical question.”

I blink rapidly, as he pushes in further, my tongue brushing over the underside of his dick, as I stretch my mouth to accommodate his girth.

“Are you a gagger, Jaxcen?” he rasps, asking another question I know he doesn’t really want the answer to. Besides, he already knows I’m not experienced. This is the first dick I’ve had in my mouth, so I guess we are about to find out.

As if on cue, I gag, andinstead of letting up on the belt holding me in place, he chuckles.

“Breathe through your nose, little mouse. I’m not ready for your dinner to paint my cock just yet.”

My eyes widen at that, even as I breathe quickly through my nose, sticking my tongue out as far as it will go in the hopes that it will help.

“You can take a bit more.” He pushes in more, and again I gag, this time the action curling my whole body inward which just takes him further, making me gag again.

“Fuuuck, Jax. You should see this,” he rasps, and I blink through my tears to focus on his face, loving how he called me Jax and not Jaxcen. “This is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever fucking seen.”

He surges forward even more, and again I gag, his dick hitting the back of my throat, and I breathe quickly, willing myself not to upchuck on his dick.

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