Page 29 of Santa's Dark Secret

I sit back up on the counter as Nick drops to his knees, and as my stomach begins to do flip-flops, Nick slowly spreads my thighs. He scoops his arms beneath my thighs, pulling me right to the edge of the counter and I quickly catch myself on my palms before I fall back.

“Mmmm,” Nick groans, inhaling deeply. “You smell divine.”

My cheeks flush again. I can’t say I’ve ever had a man smell me, but when it comes to Nick, I just take it as it comes.

I can’t help but watch as his fingers trail through my wetness, teasing my opening and mixing with his cum. Then just when it becomes too much, he slowly pushes himself back inside of me before curving his fingers and rolling them over my g-spot time and time again.

My body shudders, and when he looks up at me with that cocky smirk and dark, shimmering eyes, he knows he’s got me right where he wants me. “You like that, Mila?” he murmurs. “Do you like how I fuck you with my fingers?”

I nod, biting my bottom lip, the anticipation boiling inside me, knowing exactly what comes next.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Don’t stop.”

He shakes his head. “Come on, baby. Tell me what you really want. Don’t be shy. We both know what a whore you are for me. Don’t hold back now.”

I’m sure my cheeks are blazing by this point, but he has a point. This is the only man on earth who knows just how desperately I want to be fucked, yet he’s also the only one who can do it in a way that will make my whole world implode. I can’t hold back from him.

My fingers brush across my skin, trailing over my exposed nipple and down between my thighs before slowly circling my needy clit. “I want you to fuck me with your mouth, Nick. Flick my clit with your tongue and make me come on your fingers again. Treat me like your filthy whore. Make me come for you.”

He dives into me, his warm mouth closing over my clit, not leaving me a single second to remove my hand, and as my fingers roll over my clit, so does his tongue. “Oh God,” I groan, unable to tear my stare away. His tongue rolls out of his mouth and circles my clit, all while his fingers rotate inside of me, massaging my walls.

I pull my fingers away, letting him get to work, and fuck, does he ever!

Nick is too much, too good, and I don’t know how to handle it, but I better figure it out soon because this is only the beginning of our night. We still have a million more months to tick off.

He goes hard, eating my pussy as though he hasn’t eaten all year, and there’s no doubt about it, he takes pride in his work. You can always tell when a man eats pussy because he has to, compared to when a man eats pussy because he thoroughly enjoys it, and jolly old Saint Nicholas here is the latter. All he wants is to see me come, and getting to be the one who makes me shatter is the only gift on his wish list. But he should know by now that I give as good as I get, and judging by tonight’s performance, he’s in for one hell of a ride tonight.

He takes his time, pushing me right to the edge before pulling back and drawing out my orgasm, each time getting even more intense.

My walls contract around his fingers, desperate to come as my ability to cry out and groan leaves me. I’m speechless and completely at his mercy, just waiting for him to let me come, but he doesn’t. He’s intent on drawing out every second of my pleasure, claiming it for himself, even if it takes all night.

I’m so fucking close. So desperate, but he increases the intensity each time, working me and working me until I can’t hold in my cries a second longer. “FUCK!” I scream out, throwing my head back as my hands ball into tight fists on the counter. “Fuck. Nick, please. I need to come.”

His tongue rolls over my clit once more, sucking and nipping as he picks up the pace of his fingers, and I feel his wicked smile against my pussy. “You need to come, baby?” he murmurs against me.

“You know I do,” I pant.

He laughs to himself before finally giving me what I’ve been needing, circling my clit with his tongue as his fingers plunge deeper. Only this time, he doesn’t just push me toward the edge, he grabs me and launches me right off it.

“OH FUCK!” I cry out, clutching the back of his head and holding him right there between my thighs as his tongue does itsfilthy magic and sends me into a whole other universe. I see stars dancing across my vision as every nerve ending inside my body buzzes with electricity.

My toes curl inside my heels, and as Nick keeps working my body, I’m left solely to his mercy.

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MILA

Is it possible for your body to physically melt after such an intense orgasm? Because I’m almost positive that’s exactly what’s happening to me right now.

“Holy fucking shit, Nick,” I breathe, barely able to catch my breath as he straightens to his full height, and even with me sitting up on the kitchen counter, he still towers over me.

He’s such a man. So beautifully sculptured. It’s impossible not to be so immensely attracted to him. Just the sight of his body is enough to send me into a tailspin.

He places his hands on either side of my thighs, just like he did when he first put me here, only this time, I’m the one falling apart, and I drop my head against his chest, barely able to keep myself upright.

“Are you okay?” he murmurs, lifting a hand to my back and slowly trailing it up and down.

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