Page 32 of Santa's Secrets


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Then he came to a stop. “How does it feel?”

I paused, glancing up at him with a frown.

He cupped my cheek, his eyes focused on mine. “How does it feel to have someone inside you?” He flushed. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wondered about that.”

I gazed at him incredulously. “But… you’re Santa. You could have given yourself some toys. And believe me, there are some pretty realistic toys out there.”

He bit his lip. “I’ve delivered so many. I never thought to use them on myself.”

“Then let me show you.” When he gave me a quizzical glance, I smiled. “Let me show you how it feels.”

His breathing quickened. “I… I’m not sure I’m ready for that.” He rolled his eyes. “Would you listen to me? I spend centuries dreaming about being with a man, and when I finally get the opportunity, I balk at the idea.”

“Hey,” I said, my voice soft as I stood. “You said you wanted to go slow. So we will, all right?” I kissed him lightly on the lips. “You also asked me to be gentle. So now you need to trust me.” I gave him a playful shove until he was seated on the couch once more. “Just how flexible are you, Santa?”

His eyes widened. “I have no idea, but I suspect I’m about to find out.”

I pushed my pants down over my hips and removed them, my own rigid cock standing at attention. “Now we’re both naked. Happy?”

“I’m all for equal opportunity.” He smiled. “And I thought the robe was a good look on you. It can’t compare to you naked.” He swallowed. “Beautiful just doesn’t cut it.”

Warmth flooded through me. “Let me make you feel good.”

I grabbed one leg, raising it until his foot rested on the back of the couch and he was lying down, his other foot on the floor. I rubbed his thighs with a slow, measured stroke.

“And there it is.” I gazed at his tight pucker.

Another swallow. “You’re seeing more of me thanIever have.”

“Then let me be the first to tell you.” I rubbed a finger over his hole, slow as you please. “You have a pretty hole.”

“Is there such a thing?”

I gave him a mock glare. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, okay? And I’m telling you, your hole is beautiful.” I glanced around the office. “Some lube would be good right now.”

He blinked, then shivered. A bottle of lube appeared on the floor beside us. I squeezed some onto my index finger, then pressed it inside him.

He shuddered, his head going back, his eyes closed. “Oh my. Please, don’t stop.”

“I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“A little, but it’s a good hurt. Keep going.”

I pushed my finger in up to the first knuckle, his body clinging to it. He was so warm inside, so tight. I waited a while before pressing deeper, and then I was all the way in. His groan of pleasure made my heart sing. I moved slowly in and out of him, loving the way his hole sucked me in.

“Wait for it,” I said with a smile, crooking my finger.

“Wait for wha—oh myGod, what did you just do?” His eyes rolled back into his head, and he melted into the couch.

“Santa Claus, meet your prostate.”

He glared at me. “Less talk, more doing whatever you just did.”

“Your wish is my command.” I slicked up another finger, and then there were two inside him. I kept the movement unhurried and easy, and bent over to take his dick in my mouth once more. I sucked him deep, and fucked him with my fingers until I could feel him writhing on them, unable to keep still. His hips jerked as he thrust, rocking between my mouth and my fingers. He dug into the leather couch, holding on tight, his breathing rapid, his belly quivering.

I nudged his prostate again, and he shivered. “Oh, that feels…”

I did it again, and again, and again, until his inner muscles tightened around my fingers, and I knew we were there.

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