Page 6 of Jingle all the Way

My hands white knuckle the steering wheel as I press down on the gas.

I need to get to my shop and jerk myself off before my first client arrives.

Eve playing with herself, bringing herself pleasure on that vibrator is by far the most erotic thing I have ever seen. Even caught up in her orgasm she still looks so innocent…It does shit to me.

I’ve never been with a woman like Eve. All soft edges and pure. The women I am used to are forward, confident. And although my little Christmas Eve is confident in her own way, she doesn’t shove it in your face. She would rather fade into the background than be center of attention. It calls to me in a way I have never experienced before. I didn’t think Eve was my type, but no woman has ever turned me on like she does. It took all my willpower, all my strength to walk away from her just then and not shove my cock into her and show her what a proper man feels like.

I groan at the thought. She would feel so good. I could see how tight she was when she was thrusting that toy in and out of her cunt. How her pussy gripped it. I am definitely bigger than that fake cock of hers. I would stretch her so good. Fill her completely. Hit places inside of her she never knew existed.

I run my tongue across my lower lip. Her taste still lingers in my mouth, making me even harder. Pressing down on the accelerator, I arrive at my shop in record time. Pulling into the parking lot behind my parlor, I hop out of my truck and rush to the back door. Opening it, I stride inside, to the privacy of the restroom. Unbuckling my belt, I shove my jeans down along with my boxers and fist my hard cock. The head glistens with pre cum. I run my thumb over it, smearing it across my shaft.

Tightening my grip, I stroke myself harder. My eyes close as visions of Eve and that vibrator in her perfect wet cunt assault me. I groan, my whole-body tense as it begs for release. I picture my cupcake, legs spread wide on one of the couches in the shop as I pound my dick into her. She would scream. Beg for me to make her come as I rammed into her tight pussy. She would be so wet, her juices dripping down my shaft as I plunge in and out of her. I would stretch her little cunt so wide with my thick, long cock, she would feel both pleasure and pain. The pleasure would win though. And as I reached down and rubbed her little clit, she would explode around me, gripping my dick like a vise as she milked me of my own release.

My balls tighten, and with those last thoughts, I explode all over my hand and the door. Slumping back, I suck in a breath as my chest heaves. “Fuck.” I mutter when I take note of all my cum. It’s everywhere. I don’t think I have ever come that hard in my life and I wasn’t even inside of Eve. I smirk, my body heating and coming alive again. It’s going to be so good when I finally claim her, fuck her and fill her.

With that thought in mind, I tuck myself back into my boxers and pants. Exiting the stall, I clean myself up then make my way into the shop to get set up for the day. I feel lighter than I have in a long time and it’s all to do with my little next-door neighbor.

My little Christmas Eve.

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I am on my second client of the day when the bell on the door chimes. Glancing at my watch, I frown when I see the time. My third and last client of the day isn’t due in for another thirty minutes. “Give me a minute,” I shout to whoever just walked in.

“If you need to get that, I can wait.” Griff, my client says.

I shake my head. “Let me finish you up. I only have a little bit to shade, and we are done anyway. I think it’s time I got myself a receptionist.” I chuckle. It’s something I have been thinking about for a while now. The busier I get the more help I will need.

“If you do, I know someone who would be perfect. She isn’t trained in tattooing, but she wants to learn and could do that alongside manning the front desk.” I arch a brow at him silently asking him to continue. “My daughter. She graduated high school last year and has been working waitressing jobs. She didn’t want to go to college, just wants to ink people’s skin. I brought her a kit to practice with and she is damn good and that’s not me being biased. She has always been artistic.” He finishes.

I mull his words over. It could work. I could pay her to run the front desk whilst training her at the same time. An apprentice of sorts. Mind made up, I say. “Tell her to come by and see me.” he grins. “I am not promising anything, but it could work.”

“Sure. I will let her know.”

I shade in the last little bit, then turn off my gun. “All done.” Grabbing the antibacterial wipes, I get him cleaned up before showing him the portrait of his wife. It’s done in shades of black, white and gray and sits on his forearm, one of the only places that is not already covered in ink.

“Damn man, it looks just like her.” I hear the awe in his voice.

I laugh. “What did you expect?”

“I don’t know. I knew you were good from the ink you did on Layton but this is something else.”

Pulling off my gloves, I throw them in the trash before patting him on the back. “Glad you like it.” I jerk my head. “I will meet you out front.” I move out front, freezing when I spot the person sitting on the waiting couch. “Can I help you?” I ask the woman I tattooed a couple of days ago. The blonde forward one. The one who wanted me to fuck her.

She pushes to a stand. “Ben,”

“It’s Bennett.” I correct.

She smiles. “Bennett. I wanted to book another appointment. I love the work you did and was hoping for some more.” She flutters her lashes, then bites her lip. She is trying to be seductive. Unfortunately for her it isn’t working.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I narrow my eyes. I know what she really wants, and it isn’t another damn tattoo. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” She purrs.

I force a smile, playing along with her. “Okay, let’s see what space I have.” I say moving to my computer. She stands in front of the desk, silently watching as I tap at the keys. “The next available appointment I have is January third.” I say looking up at her.

She pouts. “I was hoping for something sooner.”

“It’s all I have.” I shrug.

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