Page 11 of The Santas Who Stole Me

Using my arms I push up enough to reach the hem of her shirt and rip it over her head. Her tits bounce when she settles back down on the mattress. They must be a size D, maybe double, perfectly round and making me salivate. Her back arches when I run my thumb over one of her dark nipples. I memorize the curves and the shade of her creamy white skin. My tongue flicks across her nipple before lowering my mouth and sucking it hard.

She gasps and keeps thrusting her pussy on me, trying to find friction. Her eyes plead, but I make her wait, playing with her tits longer, alternating between sucking them and pulling on them. Finally she has enough. “Please, Keeper.”

“You don’t beg me. Demand what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“Make me come.”

Her voice drips with desperation that I want to lap up. I move off the bed, her hand reaching for me, but I’m too quick. Wrapping my hand around her ankle, I yank her to me, forcing her round ass to half hang off the end of the bed.

She lets out a little squeal.

“Spread for me, show me where you need me.” I can’t help but palm my dick through my shorts. As she stares at me squeezing my hard-on, more of her juices seep from her slit. When she opens her legs, I bend her knees, placing her feet on either side of her ass. Her pussy is perfect, with a small trail of brown hair that lines her pink lips. Her clit is swollen, and I won’t make her wait for a release. “Wider.”

Placing her hands on her knees, she pushes her legs down to comply.

Kneeling before her I inhale her dizzying scent. My tongue spears into her pussy, and my mouth is overtaken with sweetness. I didn’t realize how starved I was until this moment, and I know Georgie will be the only one to ever fulfill this thirst. “This one taste of you and I’m ready to blow, kitten.” I trail my thumb over her clit and slowly rub her sensitive nub, keeping my tongue flicking in and out of her pussy.

She moans and writhes under my mouth.

“Don’t move your feet, I want to be as deep in you as I can. Play with your tits.”

She does as she’s told like a good kitten, and two of her fingers pull on her nipple hard. I take note of how she likes it. A small pinch, then a slight twist.

“Oh my God, Keeper. Fuck, that feels so good.”

“You’re already dripping. I hope you drown me when you come.” I swipe two fingers down her slit, then spread my fingers into a V at the base of her pink lips. I keep my fingers there, pulling her pussy apart, giving me more access to her clit. She starts panting, and I move my tongue inside of her walls. I keep going down and run my tongue on the edge of her ass. Slipping it in just a little on that bundle of nerves. “Have you ever been fucked back here?” I circle the puckered spot with my finger. It looks like a tiny rose bud. I apply pressure and she starts to squirm. I like that she can’t keep still.

“No.” She shakes her head and lifts her brow in an invitation. I tilt her ass up to get better access and spit right on the opening of her hole. I watch as it dribbles down between her cheeks. I rub my fingers in a circle to mix my spit and some of her juices before working my finger in her ass while she lets out a scream.

“Push out, it will let me in. I’ll make it so good for you.”

“It’s tight,” she protests but does what I asked, giving me more room to slide in a second finger.

I slowly scissor them, getting my mouth back to work on her pussy.

She’s so close and whispering my name over and over in between her heavy breaths.

I suck her clit and glance at her face when her orgasm washes over her. Like I hoped, I almost drown in her cream, lapping up as much of her sweetness as I can. My mouth stays on her while she comes down. I move my fingers in one last circle, pulling a second orgasm out of her and a loud moan. I kiss her slit once more before pulling my fingers out of her ass, the wet sound of it filling the room.

Her legs collapse, and she pushes her hair back off her sweaty face.

When I stand to pull my shorts off, my dick springs up, hitting my abs. At the sight of me, her little mouth pops open.

“Close your mouth before I fuck it. I’m dying to come, but I want to blow in your pussy. We aren’t done.”

She snaps her mouth shut with a whimper, and I crawl over her, my dick so hard it scrapes across her legs, smearing precum across her skin before settling over her wetness.

Shifting my weight, I lean toward the nightstand and pull out a condom.

“I’m clean and on birth control.”

The mention of birth control makes me grind my teeth. I want my seed inside her for good. The thought of making her mine forever with a baby in her belly makes me so hard. I rub her belly, imagining what it would be like with our baby inside. It would be perfection.

“I am clean too; do you trust me? Look at me. Tell me again,” I say while lining myself up.

She does as she is told and snaps her attention from my cock up to my eyes. “Fuck me,” she demands with her lips parting, and she’s watching as I slip into her, holding her breath.

I go slow at first, inch by inch. She hisses with my last thrust, and I give her a chance to stretch out around me.