He thrusts up again and my nose touches the well-maintained patch of gray pubic hair he keeps. I gag again but I don’t give in to the temptation to pull away, breathing through my nose until he pulls me back by my hair and I let him.
I pop off his cock, spit falling to my chest. “Santa—”
He pulls me up and off my knees, yanking me forward until his lips smash into mine. I gasp and he takes the opening to tease his tongue against mine, his peppermint taste flooding my sensesand his beard scraping against my lips and cheek. It feels how I always imagined it would. The sensation delicious.
Cole dominates my mouth, fucks his tongue against mine while one of his hands threads through my hair to keep our lips tightly molded together. His other hand grips my ass, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh he spanked. I moan into the kiss, and he shifts back on the chair so I can climb into his lap, this time with my knees bracketing his thighs. The new position drags my exposed pussy over his hard cock and we both moan.
“Fuck,” Cole pulls away. I hold his shoulders, shifting over his dick in small movements as he sucks on my neck and I tilt it to give him better access. He trails open-mouthed kisses downward, over my collarbone until he’s reaching the tops of my breasts. “Need to see these big tits, Vixen. They’ve been tempting me all night. Let me watch them bounce while you ride my cock.”
“Only if I can see more of you,” I reply.
“You can have anything you want. This is your Christmas wish.”
Right. My wish.
I ignore the smart in my chest and push him back so he’s flush against the back of the chair. He watches me as I undo the buttons of his jacket, the buttery material like heaven against my fingers. With each button undone, I expose his chest, perfectly decorated with salt and pepper chest hair. His chest is barreled and strong, and his stomach is soft and pliable like mine. He’s sexy as hell, and if this were any other man, I’d ask him back to my place so we could fuck all night and explore each other’s bodies.
With the jacket parted, I float my hands up his chest, fingers threading through the soft, yet coarse hair. His cock comes to life beneath me at my touch and I shimmy to give us both a little friction. He groans and tells me to lift my arms. I do as he says without question, and he gathers my bunched dress in his palms.Once that’s gone, my bra comes next, my heavy breasts falling free against my ribcage.
He tosses my clothes to the floor, and I arch my back, so my breasts are like an offering to him. He dives between them, licking my sternum and sucking the tops of them, before he works his way to a nipple. He latches to it and sucks, both of my hands flying to his head. I rip off his Santa hat so I can grip his hair, and my hips undulate over his cock in need.
“Oh!” I cry out. “Oh fuck!”
He sucks harder, drawing the whole area of darkened skin into his mouth. He suckles and bites like I'll give him life, and for a second an erotic image of my breast heavy with milk, giving my Santa what he wants, floods my thoughts.
I press him harder to my breast and he draws deeper, biting my nipple as he pulls back to take the other in his mouth and do the same.
He plays until I’m driven crazy with need. “Co—Santa,” I correct myself. “Please, I need you to fuck me now. Please, please, please,” I chorus, as I shift my hips.
The man of the hour looks up at me, mirth in his eyes. He gives each swollen nipple a final kiss before he meets my lips again. He kisses me like I’m water and he hasn’t drunk in months. Our tongues lash, and one of his brawny hands trails down to reach between us.
“Lift up,” he says echoing my earlier words to him. I brace on his shoulders and follow his command, the head of his cock lining up with my soaked pussy. His eyes meet mine, the gleam gone, replaced by the question he’s about to ask.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Vixen?”
“Yes, I want it. I want you.” I lean forward so my lips are pressed against his ear. “I’m on birth control, and I’m good to go.”
His chest rumbles in satisfaction. “I am too.”
I smile against his ear before pulling back, taking his earlobe between my fingers and tugging on it. “Then get to work, Santa. Give your naughty slut what she wants, and stuff me full.”
I drop my hips down at the same time he thrusts up.
“Fuck!” we breathe together, the shock of him hitting deep stealing the air from my lungs. I’m so full, beyond anything I’ve felt before. Not even my biggest dildo is as wide and long as him.
“Oh fuck, Vixen. Your pussy,” he grunts when I squeeze my inner muscles involuntarily around him. “Fuck, baby. So good. So hot and wet.”
I squeeze him consciously this time, and I drop my hands to his pecs, nails digging into the muscles of his chest.
He smacks both my ass cheeks before spreading them wide and lifting me up, forcing me to slide up his cock. It’s hot, and the sound my pussy makes as it glides back down is lewd. I’m so wet, and he’s so hard and hot inside me. I was right when I said he’d ruin me for all men.
“Vixen,” he moans huskily. “Look at me.”
My eyes lock with his and his smirk is back, pure pleasure in his eyes.
“Ride me. Show me how much you love using Santa’s cock.”
I bite my lip and nod, bracing my knees and elevating up, digging my nails deeper into his chest so I know they’ll leave a mark. He doesn’t use his strength now, letting me take the lead. His hands rest in the dips of my hips, the weight a steady presence. Up and down I move, his cock going deeper every time I sit and lean further back on his lap.
