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I threw a towel around her and led her out to the bedroom area where a large window looked out over the Alaskan mountains and city lights.
“Here,” I said as I pushed her against the window.
She planted her hands against the glass and I fucked her some more. She didn’t say anything else, she didn’t complain, she didn’t cry out in pain or pleasure, she just leaned her forehead against the glass and took my cock inside her as she left her mouth hanging open.
I came into her hard, spurting inside, and as soon as she felt it, she pulled off of me, dropped to her knees, and took me in her mouth, sucking the cum off my cock and cleaning it up so good.
When I was finished, she collapsed to the floor.
We didn’t need the bed. We had the floor. I leaned back against the bed and pulled her into my lap so that the back of her head rested against my chest.
“I meant it,” I finally said.
“So did I,” she replied.
“But there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” I said.
“You’re not one of those sparkly vampires are you?”
“No,” I said with a chuckle.
“Werewolf?”
“No.”
“Truck driver?”
I wasn’t quite sure how a truck driver fit in with a vampire and werewolf but it made me laugh just the same.
“No, I’m not a truck driver.”
“Okay then I’m pretty sure you’re not going to say anything that will shock me,” she said.
She had no idea.
“Umm…how would you feel about being Mrs. Claus?”
She didn’t answer right away. Then finally she put a hand up with her nails out like she was pretending to be Freddy Kreuger.
“Like Mrs. Claws?”
“No, Claus. C…L…A…U…S. As in Santa’s wife.”
She turned and got on her knees in front of me. I loved the way her tits dangled and her hair hung down, wet and a little messy. She was so fucking sexy whether she tried to be or not.
“You’re like a twenty-five year old snowboarder or something,” she said. “Look at you. You’re in shape and such a stud. What’s the real deal?”
“I’m Santa Claus,” I said straight faced. “And if you marry me, I will take you from here and we’ll live together in the North Pole.”
“Is there anything else I need to know?” she asked. “Do you have a curfew at the mental hospital or something?”
I laughed.
“Sometimes I feel like I live in a mental institution but, no
, I’m really Santa Claus. And, yes, I guess I do have something else to tell you. I have a son and a daughter and like a thousand elves.”
“But do you leave the toilet seat up?” she asked.
