Page 11 of Stalked By Santa

I smack the other cheek, then the first again, my cock throbbing in the tight confines of my pants. But it’s the third smack that undoes her, making her moan and rub that tempting little pussy against me.

“More, please,” she begs.

Unable to deny her, I do, spanking her harder this time.

She cries out.

It’s too much. The need to be inside her, to taste that sweet cunt, to devourallof her intensifies. My balls are like boulders. All I can think about is spreading those sumptuous thighs and thrusting deep inside her.

Her ass cheeks are pleasingly red now. Her moans fill my ears. She’s perfect. She’s everything.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck did I do to deserve this?

I massage her enflamed ass cheeks, then reach beneath me to play with her clit. She trembles.

“Say, ‘Spank me, Santa,’” I order, voice strained. “Show me that you believe.”

Almost too low for me to hear, she whispers the three words I’ve fantasized about hearing for years.

I continue to play with her clit, marveling at how wet she is, how responsive. When her desperate cries and moans tell me that she’s close, I finally oblige her request spanking her one last time.

And that’s enough to push her over the edge. She arches against my hand, crying out as she comes. Not giving her a chance to recover, I flip her over and settle her on the sofa.

Maddie winces when her abused skin makes contact with the fabric but then settles back against the cushions. As she watches with curious eyes, I kneel before her and gently spread her legs.

She shudders as my fingers explore her sensitized skin. But she doesn’t tell me to stop. No, not my good girl. Spreading her legs wider, she bites her lip.

I bring my face closer to the puffy lips of her glistening pussy. My dick is so hard it feels like it could snap off, but the desire to taste her wins out. Because now that I’ve claimed one orgasm from her, I’m consumed by the greedy urge to taste her as she comes against my mouth.

“That’s my Maddie. Such a good girl. So wet, so responsive,” I murmur before allowing myself to finally fucking taste her.

With my tongue, I trace a path from her tight hole right up to her sensitive little bud. God, she tastes better than she has any right to. I lick her again, feeling the addiction to the taste and feel of her taking root.

Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I pull her toward the edge of the sofa and bury my face between her legs, losing myself in her. Her cries fill the room as I devour her, swirling my tongue over her clit even as I slide a finger inside her.

God, she’s so tight, so wet, so perfect. Everything about this moment is perfect, or nearly so. Her release will complete it, and I’m determined to have it from her.

Her fingers push my hat off, tangling in my hair when I find that secret spot inside her. Her thighs clench around my head even as her pussy walls squeeze my finger, making her even tighter. And then I suck on her clit, satisfaction filling me as she comes, grinding that perfect little pussy against my face.

When I’ve swallowed every last trace of her orgasm, I stand and look down at her. She’s so flushed, so beautiful.

“That’s a good girl, coming for Santa. Every time you’ve touched that delicious little cunt, I’ve dreamed about doing that. You taste amazing.”

“You saw… that?” she asks, voice unsteady.

“I told you. I’ve been watching you.” I pull my zipper down, unable to wait any longer, praying that I can maintain some semblance of control and not be too brutal for her first time. “Always, I’m watching you, Maddie. And now I’m—”

An impatient cough cuts me off, just as Maddie jumps, her eyes going wide at the sight of something—or rathersomeone—behind me. Cursing, I pull up my zipper before turning to face the reindeer.

“What the fuck, Comet?”

The reindeer stares down at the hearthrug, not making eye contact. “We’re running low on—”

“Face the fireplace before Ismash your face in for daring to look at her.” The words burst out before he can finish speaking.

Face blanching, Comet immediately does as directed. I feel a stab of remorse for speaking to one of my best pilots and oldest friends that way, but the thought of another man laying eyes on what’sminehas me seeing red.

“Comet? Like the reindeer?” Maddie asks, incredulous.

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