Page 11 of On Santa's Lap

“Well, it looks like we have a case of love in the North Pole with Santa and Mrs. Claus.”

They cut the cameras and thank us for not filing charges on the false report from their now fired reporter Ryan Samuels. Dennis and Marianne see them out, flipping the lock as they go. “I’ll see you at Mom’s,” Marianne calls out as the door shuts.

“Yes, you will,” I answer for the both of us even though it was meant for Lola. Once they’re gone, Lola yanks down my fake white beard and crushes her mouth to mine.

I whip off the Santa jacket, stuffing, and the beard that kept her at a distance, tossing them onto the floor because I don’t want anything in the way. Frustration and impatience are getting to me. I throw her onto the desk and lift her skirt. These tights have to go.I rip them off her body because I can’t wait a moment more to get a taste of my woman. Her panties are soaked under the torn material.

“Uh oh. I hope we don’t have to return the costume.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I’ll pay for you to keep it, baby girl.” I grip her hips and drag her to the edge to get her sweet slit in my mouth. My first taste of her silky hole drives me insane with lust and greed fills me up. Dipping my tongue past her folds into her sticky cunt, I lick her pussy juices like a thirsty beast. Her hands grip the edge of the desk as I feast on her wetness, eating her until she screams my name.

“Trent,” she cries out, hands moving into my hair, digging into my scalp, and pushing my face into her mound.

Claiming her right here and now is the only thing on my mind after what has happened. Pumping a finger into her tight pussy, I stretch out her hole, getting her ready for Santa to fit himself down her chimney.

“It’s time for Santa to unload his sack,” I growl, freeing my cock from the suit and letting the pants and boxers slide down to my knees.

“I’ve been a very good girl.”

“I know. That’s why you’re the only one to get any presents from Santa.” Rubbing the tip up and down her seam a couple of times before I line up my cock with her entrance, I push my way through her tight walls, claiming my woman and taking her virginity for my own.

A little whimper and gasp escape her as I stretch her pussy to the max. “Sorry, Lola.”

“It’s okay. I’ll be able to take it, big guy. Just give it to me.”

“That’s what I want to hear,” I growl. With a grunt, I drop down and slam my mouth onto hers, absorbing her cries as I piston in and out of her. The desk rocks off the floor, moving with every pump of my hips, but I don’t give a shit if we end up pinned to the door by the time I’m done stuffing her.

“You’re mine, Lola. We’re leaving here and heading back to my place in the city to have dinner and talk. Understood?”

“Yes,” she says with a hiss. My hands grip her ass and lift it off the desk to drill her hole.

“I’m about to come again,” she says, throwing her head over the edge of the desk, sending the wig off her head, and crying out as her walls convulse around my length.

I roar, letting go and flooding her womb with jets of cum. I close my eyes and pull her up in my arms. Holding her close to my chest, I breathe her in and listen to her heartbeat that’s speeding out of control. It matches mine, that hasn’t gone back to normal since I saw her this morning. Has it only been less than half a day since we met?

Everything about today has come as a shock, yet I’m only looking forward to what the rest of my life will bring with Lola. None of this between us makes any sense, but from the moment I saw her, I knew she was meant to be with me.

Slowly she moves out of my hold. “We’re a mess.” I let myself fall out of her wet slit and see the hint of her innocence mixed with our release.

“That we are. Fuck, Lola. I’m sorry that I couldn’t wait until we got home and did this right.”

“I thought it was pretty right.” She clenches her thighs together and rolls her hips, stiffening my cock to full staff again.

I cup her face and kiss her lips gently. “I mean it was our first time. It should have been special.” I pull back before I go back for more.

“It’s definitely memorable.” She blushes and giggles, hopping off the desk without making eye contact with me. “I need to change back into my street clothes and go home.”

I freeze, turn to Lola, and drag her back to me. With swift movements, I grip the back of her neck and tilt her head to look up at me. “No you don’t. Didn’t I tell you what the plan was?”

She bites her bottom lip nervously. “I thought it was something guys said during sex.”

“I wouldn’t fucking know. Today was my first time too.” She looks at me like I have two heads. Well, I suppose I do, and I had both between her legs. “It’s hard to believe, but it’s the truth. I work non-stop, and my mother only wants to introduce me to women interested in getting into my bank account. I’ve been on several dates over the years, but they never panned out for a second.”

“That I can understand.”

“You’re twenty-one and held onto it this long. Any reason?”

“Same. I suppose I just didn’t meet someone I wanted to give it to until now. Lust is one hell of a motivator.”

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