I place a coy smile on my lips, fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “Will you give me my Christmas wish, Santa? I promise I’ll continue to be a good girl.”
His hand tenses on my waist and his pupils darken once more. “And if I want you to be my naughty slut again?”
My pussy pulses and my nipples strain painfully under my clothes. “Even better.” I squirm on his lap, grinding over his erection. He groans and digs his fingers into my flesh.
“Your wish is my command,” he nips at my lips. “Now get on your knees. I’ve got a present for you to unwrap.”
Chapter Five
Colespreadshislegsand I kneel between them, placing my hands on his knees, gripping the velvet beneath my fingers.
From this position he looks even more massive than he is, his hat askew on his head letting more of his silver hair peak out. His cock straining against his Santa pants, and soft belly round against his jacket. The glow of the fake fireplace and the multicolored lights in the room shine on the white of his suit, making him look like the epitome of Christmas.
“What are you waiting for, Vixen? Don’t want your gift?”
He spreads his legs wider with the cockiness only an attractive, self-assured man can have. I shift so I can glide my hands up his legs and to his belt again. The warmth of his body feels nice, and despite where we are I feel safe here. Our own little bubble of reality.
I pull open the buckle, the jingling sound sending a zap to my exposed pussy, wet with fresh arousal.
“Lift up,” I grin at him. He smiles back and lifts his hips after unbuttoning the fly. I pull down his pants and the red briefs beneath just enough that his cock springs free.
I sit back on my haunches and stare with my lips parted, need laced with a bit of fear lancing through my stomach. I could feel by the bulge beneath me that Cole was well hung, but—
“Don’t worry,” he rubs his hand over his beard slowly. “You’ll fit me just fine. I was made to stuff your holes with my fat cock.”
I swear, if I wasn’t already soaked, I would be now. The way this man talks—filthy and effortless—it’s like he was born to do it. Like he’s been whispering to me for years, learning exactly what makes me melt. What makes me want to go feral for him.
“Go on, baby. You had your treat, now take your gift. I know you want it.”
Case in point.
I lean forward placing my hands on his inner thighs. Closer up I can study the long vein that runs up one side of it, and the ruddy head that’s leaking with pre-cum. His shaft is thick, just like him, and long. The very tip is curved just enough I know it will hit all the right places inside me.
I inhale his masculine scent, stronger and headier here. I wrap my hand around him, his flesh so hot and taut, it warms my skin. He groans at the contact, his hands on the chair gripping the gold armrests tight.
His sounds of pleasure urge me forward and I lick his slit, the salty pre-cum bursting over my tastebuds.
“Fuck,” he curses. “More of that, baby.”
I pump his shaft in short movements, licking the head, lashing my tongue over the broad crown while I milk more pre-cum out of him. His groans grow louder and I seal my lips over him, sucking the tip and sliding down his length.
I move my hand so I can get more, cupping his sac and squeezing it gently. The soft skin tightens in my palm and his cock jumps in my mouth. I do it again and one of his hands moves to cup the back of my head, urging me down. I gowillingly, inch by inch, his searing cock disappearing between my lips.
“Vixen,” he moans. “Your sweet mouth is a revelation.”
I hum around him and hollow my cheeks, making sure to breathe through my nose as I work my mouth further down.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts when I roll his balls and suck at the same time.
His cock twitches on my tongue and I pull back till I’m almost all the way off, leaning into the pressure of his hand on my skull. I lift my gaze to meet his hooded eyes, his brow knitted in pleasure.
I keep his eye contact as best I can as I move down, letting him guide me. Up and down I blow him, loving the weight of him in my mouth and the way the vein presses against my cheek, his cock so large that saliva leaks from the corners of my lips.
“Such a dirty slut for Santa,” he praises, lifting his hips just enough that his tip bumps the back of my throat and I gag.
He tries to pull me back but I hold firm, pressing down on his thighs with my hands. He chuckles lightly, praising my tenacity, and I let myself get used to his cock until I can take even more of his shaft in my mouth, nearly the entire length of him slipping past my lips, making my cheeks bulge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, eyes falling closed and hand gripping my hair tight. “Your mouth feels so good sucking my cock.”
