Page 53 of Bought By Santa

And like the beast I am, I obey, sinking to my knees before her. Our roles reversed, yet both in control, both consumed by our acts. Her bare skin greets my touch, and she moans as I pull the plug out of her. She’s showered without the plug since I last thrust my cum into her hot cunt, so the only moisture is her arousal.

I do my best to gather as much of my cum as possible on the tip of my tongue before thrusting into her wet opening. This would all be so much easier if she was lying down, or maybe hanging upside down, but hey, I’m not complaining.

The sounds she makes as I fulfill her request, pushing my cum into her, is a symphony to my soul. “God, yes,” she breathes out,her body meeting each of my movements with a desperation that speaks volumes of her commitment.

She grinds her slick cunt along my face, gasping when the tip of my nose hits her clit. Grabbing her hips, I urge her to move faster, to fuck my face until she gets herself off, and she does. She grinds all over my face, covering me in her juices and my cum, and I don’t fucking care one bit.

When she comes, her sounds are so muffled I’m convinced she’s shoved her fist into her mouth to keep quiet. My hellcat isn’t normally this quiet, and the thought that she’s restraining herself for me has me instantly hard again.

After sliding the plug back into place, I crawl out from under the skirt of her dress. I rearrange my pants, tucking my cock away. Then I take her hand, intending to lead her to the bathroom so we can both clean up. But she has other plans, and before I can take one step, she tugs her hand free and cups my face.

“What are you—” I’m interrupted when she raises to her tiptoes and brazenly licks my cheeks and forehead.

“Mhmm,” she purrs.

“Carolina!” I hiss. “If you don’t stop right now, I’m going to bend you over and fuck you right here.”

She lets go of me, but instead of looking contrite, she looks like she’s actually considering it. I chuckle and drag her into the bathroom. Switching the tap on, I gather water in my hands, but before I can splash it across my face, she switches the water off again.

“Don’t wash me away,” she orders, folding her arms across her chest.

“Excuse me?”

She shakes her head. “Nuh-uhh. Unless you want me to remove the plug and wipe myself clean, you’ll walk back out there with my pussy juices all over your face.”

Fuck me, that’s… that’s… everything.

When we emerge back into the party, the air crackles around us—charged with our shared possessiveness. My arm wraps around Carolina’s waist as I guide her through the crowd. People part for us, their gazes curious and wary, knowing better than to intrude.

I quickly spot the man that’s the reason I left Jack and the three to do some dealings alone so I could accept tonight’s invitation, and I lead us over to him.

“Carolina, this is Dr. Alan Hargrove,” I introduce, my tone commanding respect.

“It’s an honor to meet you,” she says warmly, her voice steady despite the earlier storm of passion.

“Please, the pleasure is all mine,” Dr. Hargrove says, taking her hand into his wrinkled one. “What can I do for you two?” Even though the question is aimed at both of us, his eyes never leave mine and crinkle with amusement.

“Dr. Hargrove specializes in neurology,” I continue, ensuring he understands the importance of what I’m about to say. “My sister-in-law-to-be, Willow Sterling, she’s paraplegic. I want you to make her your priority.”

Dr. Hargrove nods, his eyes flickering with recognition. “Of course, Mr. Knight. Is this a recent development?”

“No, it’s not,” Carolina answers. “My sister was injured when she was twelve, which was eight years ago.”

“Oh, dear,” Dr. Hargrove replies. “May I ask what happened?”

Although I’ve read all the facts and could answer, I want to hear the story from the woman at my side.

“Our dad was walking Willow to school when a drunk driver came toward them.” Despite the emotion in her voice, Carolina looks regal as she lifts her chin and continues. “Dad managed to push Willow out of the way, but the car hit and killed him. Unfortunately, when he pushed my sister out of the way, shestumbled down some stairs and landed in an awkward position that left her paralyzed from the waist down.”

Dr. Hargrove nods as he listens intently. “I see, that sounds serious. Is the paralysis due to a spinal cord injury?”

“Y-yes,” Carolina stutters.

I can see the answer written all over his features before he says anything. “In that case, I’m afraid there’s nothing that can be done. I’ll be happy to look at your sister’s file, but it sounds like the nerve connections needed for movement and sensation have been disrupted.” He pauses and runs a hand down his face. “Sadly, the current medical technology cannot fully restore these connections.”

That’s the answer I feared.

“Yeah, that’s what I’ve been told,” Carolina says, sounding wistful.

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