Page 40 of The Twelve Knots of Christmas
The room was plain and windowless with a musty smell. It contained several rows of filing cabinets and an old photocopier. Not an office. No one would likely walk in on us, but as much as I didn’t want to admit it, there was a thrill that someone could come in and see us. Just like in the parking garage with Jasper.
“Fuck, you smell so good.” Balthazar cupped my chin and mashed his mouth to mine. I moaned into our wild kisses and tried opening his coat again. “You look so hot in that little dress. I’ve been hard all day.”
I couldn’t stop myself. One of my hands dipped down and brushed over his enormous erection pushing at his pants. So big. How would I even handle that monster?
“And I never wanted to sit on Santa’s lap before today.” I teased and ran my fingers over his bulge again.
He growled and set me on top of the photocopier. “You’re driving me insane, woman.” He threw off his fake beard, which took the hat with it, and yanked off the coat to leave him in a white t-shirt. “Why didn’t you tell me or one of the guys you needed us?”
“No time. It hit so fast.” I ran my hands up under his shirt. Hard muscles, smooth flesh, and a soft trail of hair that went down into his pants. A gush of slick soaked me further.
“Good thing Trinity told me.” Balthazar kneaded one of my breasts, teasing the nipple to an almost painful hardness. “Said Mrs. Claus ate too much sugar.”
“One cookie with enough icing for ten.” I jerked open his belt and slipped my hand inside to grasp his thick cock. He grunted as my fingers took hold of him. It made me hotter yet to know I could affect him this way. “Take me. I can’t wait any longer.”
“I’m going to eat that sweet pussy and make you come on my mouth, and then I’m taking you home—”
“No! Please, I can’t… It’s too far. I need you now.” I pulled him toward me and spread my legs. It didn’t matter if we were in a hospital or that I’d never had sex before. The only thing I could think about was having him deep inside of me, fucking me and locking in his knot.
“Mrs. Claus deserves better than a dusty file room.” Balthazar palmed my pussy through the leggings and rubbed me with long strokes. I writhed, desperate to have my clothes off. Too hot, too constricting. He needed to be naked too.
“Mrs. Claus has the hottest fucking Santa to take care of her, and I’ve been such a good girl this year.” I tugged on his beard and kissed him to stop myself from pleading further. My body trembled with another wave of pain. I cried out and literally tried to climb him, wrapping a leg around his waist.
“Fucking hell.” He grunted and pulled back a little. He grabbed the material of my leggings on my thighs and ripped them open. I gasped as stitches popped and cool air hit my drenched pussy. The pure feralness of it had me almost come on the spot.
Balthazar pushed the crotch of my panties to one side and drove a finger inside of me. I groaned and stroked his erection in rhythm with his pumping hand. Our teeth clinked in the frenzy of our kisses, devouring one another as if we could never get enough.
Pressure built fast in my abdomen. Expanding, churning, hot.
“Oh God!” I kicked my legs and squeezed his cock in my grip.
He inserted another finger. Then added a third, stretching me. Feeling so good.
“Love how tight you are, how your pussy sucks at my fingers, how badly you want me.” He kissed along my neck, nipping at my flesh. His teeth scraped over my jugular and his mouth latched on, biting without truly biting.
I screamed as I came, losing my hold on his cock. Clawing at his arms and shoulders, I shuddered with the release. I floated in pure bliss. His hand never stopped pumping.
“Yes, baby. That’s right,” he growled and swallowed up my cries with his kisses.
But the ache didn’t lessen. I needed more.
“Balthazar.” I could barely catch a breath. My heart drummed against my chest. “I need you in me.”
“Let me get you home.” I didn’t miss the strain in his voice. He was hanging on by a thread, and I was going to snap it.
“No!” I whipped his pants open and pushed them down to free his massive cock from his… Santa’s sack boxers. Despite the fact I was begging him to fuck me, I flushed at the sight of his Christmas underwear.
Balthazar nibbled at my ear. “There’s no bed here. I want to lay you out and have my way with you all night long.”
“Now.” I wrapped both legs around him and pulled myself up off the photocopier. Holding his shoulders, I positioned my body so that his bulbous cock head prodded the entrance to my pussy. I moaned and jerked my hips a few times to try to get him into me.
His hands gripped my rear as he growled. His eyes grew darker as the last of his control broke. “You’re so fucking sexy like this.” He turned to press my back against the wall and eased the tip of his erection into me. “Naughty Omega wants Santa’s dick.”
I burned for his Alpha cock. There was nothing else other than him slowly filling me. And fuck, he was stretching me to what felt like my limits and he was not even halfway in. Yet no matter I was on the edge of pain, I wanted it all. I had to have the whole damn thing.
Slick drenched both of us. My toes curled as inch by glorious inch he pushed in. “Monster cock feels so good.”
“And don’t you forget it, baby.” He chuckled lowly and began to slowly thrust in and out. His mouth captured mine,reminding me to breathe. I wound my fingers through his wonderfully thick black hair and held on for my life.
