Page 16 of Stalked By Santa

Self-control obliterated, I become an animal. Fingers digging into her hips, I slide her up and then slam her back down onto my cock. Balls feeling as if they’ll burst, I pound into her tight, young pussy.

I wanted this moment to last—the moment where Maddie Marsden finally and truly became mine—but we’re both too impatient, too frantic to not rush this.

She cries out against my mouth as her orgasm overtakes her. And that’s all it takes to send me tumbling after her, filling her with my seed.

When we’re both totally spent, she collapses against me, resting her head on my chest. For several long moments, we stay like that with her wrapped in my arms and me, still hard, inside her.

Only Comet’s voice over the intercom manages to rouse me, breaking the spell. “Uh, boss, just wanted to let you know that we’re currently fifteen minutes out from the workshop.”

Sighing, I slide out of her, watching with regret as she slips my jacket back on. I pull my pants up, then eye her critically.

The jacket really doesn’t cover as much of her as I’d like. And those goddamn elves are horny little fucks.

Opening a compartment, I take out a spare blanket. After wrapping Maddie head to toe in it, I pull her onto my lap. Leaning back in my seat, I hold her as she snuggles against me, burying her face against my neck.

As the sleigh begins its final descent, I whisper into her ear, “Welcome to the North Pole, baby.”

But Maddie doesn’t answer, and glancing down, I realize that she’s fallen asleep. It’s just as well. Because while Comet was too discreet to say anything about me and Maddie, elves are rarely so circumspect. It’s honestly a relief to not have to worry about my angel being exposed to their salacious comments. It will save me from having to punch an elf.

Sighing, I hold Maddie more tightly. Because it’s not just the elves' crude jokes and lascivious gazes that I’m worried about. No, the real issue is that I am now definitely in breach of the Christmas Contract.

The only real question is how long it will take the syndicate to find out.

NINE

MADELYN

The scentsand sounds of Christmas tease at my senses, pulling me toward consciousness, urging me to open my eyes to avoid missing a single second of my favorite day of the year. And yet it’s difficult to feel any urgency with downy pillows cradling my head and the softest silk sliding against my bare skin.

I’ve never awoken feeling so pampered and relaxed—so warm, sosafe. Never spent the night in a bed this luxurious, magical even…

The details of the previous night come rushing back. The spanking. The sleigh. Bouncing up and down on Santa’s cock.

It all feels like some surreal dream. And yet here I am, lying in a strange bed with an unfamiliar ache between my legs. If none of that was real, then I’m still dreaming—the most vivid, detailed, and utterly filthy dream of my life. The things Nick said to me… is my subconscious reallythatnaughty?

Bright sunlight streams through a window somewhere overhead. Head still fuzzy from sleep, I struggle to make sense of my surroundings. This is definitely the poshest bedroom I’ve ever seen.

The massive bed dominates the room, but other details hint at decadence, too. The silk sheets. The jacuzzi. The fire roaring in a fireplace that takes up an entire wall. The two leather wing-backed chairs situated in front of it. The Persian rugs. Still, none of that means that I’m actually at the North Pole…

“Was all of that actually real? Washereal?” I wonder aloud.

“Oh, I’m real all right,” a deep voice murmurs from behind me.

I cry out, but before I can turn around, strong tattooed arms wrap themselves around me as Nick pulls me against his hard chest. And his chest isn’t the only thing that’s hard…

Reflexively, I push back against him, seeking more contact, seekinghim.

He groans. “Careful, angel. If you start that now, we’ll never make it to breakfast. And I still need to give you your Christmas present.”

Feeling naughty, I keep my voice deliberately innocent as I say, “I thought Santa’s cock was my present.”

He slips a hand between my legs. “Fuck. How can you be this wet already? Is that what that greedy little cunt wants, baby? Santa’s big cock filling it? What about that filthy mouth of yours? Does it want my cock too?”

“Yes, please…” I say, the last word ending on a moan as he teases my clit.

“Oh, you’ll get it, angel—in all of your hungry little holes.”

But then to my frustration, he stops his tease and pulls away. I roll over to face him, but he’s already left the bed. Back to me, he takes a pair of black leather pants out of a dresser. He slides them up over narrow hips.

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