Page 32 of Hard Candy Christmas

“I have a surprise for you,” he told me as he sat me down on the bed. “I’ll be right back.” I watched as he walked into the room, then quickly slipped the dress off and got into the red and white Santa looking nightie that I bought just for tonight.

Just as I was sitting back on the bed, Chase opened the door. My eyes trailed over the Santa coat that was open to reveal his amazing chest with his tattoos and little wisps of hair, to the Santa pants that were hanging low on his hips, showing me that little sexy V he had at he had going on.

Holy St Nick,my mouth was watering at the sight.

“Have you been a good girl, or a naughty girl.”

“Naughty. All day, every day, Santa. Just keep on the naughty list.”

He smirked as he walked into the room, pushing me back on the bed and kneeling over me.

“Is that so? So, should I reward such a naughty girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

He growled as he leaned down to kiss me, his fingers digging into my hips, and I got lost in the taste and touch of him. There would never be a time when he didn’t drive me utterly insane, and I loved it.

Breathless moments later, he pulled back, tossing the jacket on the floor and then looked me over.

“I see you have a present for Santa.”

“I do.” I ran my fingers over the tent in his pants. “You do too.”

“Maybe you should pull them off to see what’s there.”

Without more coaxing, I did, laughing at the little piece of cloth he had covering his junk that had presents over it.

“This is by far my favorite present,” I told him, yanking the cloth off to wrap my hands around his hard dick.

“And you’re mine.”

He laid me back again, his lips, hands, and tongue everywhere that I couldn’t even imagine. I was in such a lustful haze that I wasn’t even aware he had tossed my nightie.

His tongue twirling around my nipple gave me the pause to realize just how good he was. And as his fingers worked along my center, I realized as well, just how much he knew my body.

“Chase,” I moaned, loving what he did to me.

“You promise to always be this wet for me?”

I stared at him as he pumped his fingers into my pussy and slowly grinned.

“I promise, so long as you promise that you’ll always be this playful.”

“Always.” He sealed the deal with a kiss, his thumb pushing on my clit and rubbing it as his fingers worked faster, sending me high on the orgasm ride.

Damn, it got better and better each time.

“Now, what’s my naughty girl going to do?”

I pushed him on his back, climbed over his lap, and then turned around, easing my wet center down his hard dick.

“Oh, my naughty girl is gonna learn how to ride, huh? Gonna show this dick of mine what you figured out?”

His hands ran down my back and to my hips, holding me tight. I looked at him over my shoulder and smirked.

“Hold on, baby.” With that, I started twisting my hips, using his thighs to help push me. Fuck, like this, I could feel him so far deep in me, and it still wasn’t enough.

This man owned me, had for years, and it’s always been him. Sex with anyone else never felt nearly as good, and never would.

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